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.