Natures Secrets Poem by Kevin East

The floral dance we never see
On summer night
Past oaken tree.
Lit by the moon
They sway and sing
And on the wind
Their melodies ring.
As storm clouds huddle close
To cry
The sun, their host,
Just wanders by
To speak of tales
The heavens did tell.
But cloudburst bids a last farewell.
The trees that stand and watch the sky
Waving at us passers by.
Miming opera on high.
Stemming tears with unheard sigh.
In rhyming verse
The breeze does bring.
Mutes do converse
As branches cling.
The stars and moon
Sing every tune
They've learned
From serenades below.
Such lunar crooning
Sees dancing stars swooning
As we all
Sleep through this astral show.
Such secrets that sweet nature hides
In flowers scent, or rolling tides.