by Sarah Earlene Shere, ©2024
(Feb. 16, 2024) —
Deep in the heart of the celestial woods, where human eye has yet to see,
The stars collect and gather there to dance with symphony.
Like flaming fairies shining white they move about the glade,
Of multicolor foliage, with grace and unafraid.
Oh, how the colors pulsate in rhythm with the song,
And spray a mist of stardust that floats to Earth ere long.
It lands in eyes of dreamers and seeps into their heart,
It comes alive in stories and everything that’s art.
O, sing your song, ye heavens, we’re listening in awe,
That you would share your beauty in spite of our great flaw.