Blooming planets….hazy fields,
Clouds roll by in lazy reels.
Grass and flowers share the hill,
With birds and bees in noisy thrill.
Fragrance of the tendrilled earth,
Celebrates the splendid birth.
Of pastel pinks and hues of green.
Colors of an artist’s dream.
Blue of sky and clouds of white.
Parade of angels, taking flight.
Seen by those who view the planets,
Writing poems and singing sonnets.
Know the music of each sphere,
Is simply Love becoming clear.
Angel whispers true and real,
Validating what we feel.
If you hear the angels sounding,
Listen to sweet joy abounding.
Wings unfurled and softly flapping,
Sound of heaven’s rhythmic clapping.
They often stomp and shout and cheer.
To hear the magic of the sphere.
Sing and dance with flowers adorn,
Music for the pleasant morn.
Be prepared to laugh and gaze,
Next time you see a springtime haze.
For you have heard an angel’s tune.
Where flowers grow and planet’s bloom.
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