The flowers like ballerinas danced

There seemed to rise a show

For all Nature's spectators

To see a flower grow

In resplendent hues alit by sun

Abloom at summer's zenith

Through their roots the cosmic fires run

Bright petals beheld by spirits blithe

Pure vision of Life enfolds the wild

Its Beauty soars like a kite on the breeze

Not by man or reason defiled

The kingdom of the trees