Song and Dance
The flowers will not bloom. They are sprouting feet to run off into the wilderness. The moon won't shine. It's turning its face towards the outskirts of the Milky Way. The owls; they neglect the stars As they bury their beaks into their bosom. Now the clouds obscure the sunrise. They refuse to reveal the Sun's golden face. Oh, dreamer. One morningrise, When the owls spread their wings and fly to the horizon in search of rest, and the moon and stars fade away into the dawn, The sun's rays will penetrate the clouds, Allowing the daylight to flow into the valley. The flowers will return from their woodland rest. No longer will you hear the mournful song of the owl. Listen to the blithe melody of the robin as it returns from daybreak. Join all of God's creatures in joyous song and dance.