The Opening Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Within the pit a stirring sounds.
A lonely trumpet call
Is joined by others rising proud;
A golden chorus tall.

A sprightly theme is introduced,
Then swelled with sweeter sound,
And with a robin's joyful trill
The prelude now is crowned.

While shyly spies a tulip
To count the house on hand
A hyacinth bedecks herself
To make her entrance grand.

Then shimmering, the almost green
Pollen curtain parts,
While harlequin pansies pirouette
The youthful drama starts.

Another year is struggling
To start itself anew
And nature takes her curtain calls
Assured of good reviews.

A dogwood audience applauds.
Confetti pedals shower.
Another hit is guaranteed
And realized this hour.

The authors, actors, dancers, bow,
While all the world gives cheer.
A huge success, this opening
Of yet another year.