There was once a field

Through which the breath of spring

Would wend her way;

As if by chance

To raise in dance

A kaleidoscopic play.

The dancers all were rainbows

painted brightly on each wing,

And dance they would

In joyous light,

As birds their chorus sing.

A stage of flowers

Swayed beneath

The dancers as they swarmed,

And deer and fox

Would gaze upon

The theatre god had dawned.

And sounds orchestral

Soft and sweet

Would fill the morning light,

Upon this field

Where spring’s breath kissed

Away the dark of night.

by: John Woods

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