The song ‘The Sun Rose’ can be beautifully sung.
It plays well with my dry chrysanthemums,
Which are the very epitome of a chant,
Even my water lilies like to hum along.
As the visitors look at the gardens
they pause to look at the flowers.
They paused to look at the flowers.
Because they are here to revive the earth
They need a song to sing.
As the shadows return
To an earth of delicate surmise,
The sun rose and the garden beaconed.
(this is a new version of the poem of the Sun Rose that i posted a few weeks ago. it just keeps shape shifting in my mind…)