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