"Poem" - The Sun Dance

The ugly garden is asleep;
Cobwebs binds conscious trees;
Dry leaves spirally waves away;
Friendly thorns with wide smiles;
Here lies serenely the fruits of life.

The beautiful beasts come alive;
Where rich springs falls poor;
Here we find lifeless souls;
Seeking endlessly for the star;
Appeased by steps of praise.

Infinite humming ascending;
Concrete voices singing;
A painless strike of a bow;
To life an unending pain;
We realise the might of the sun.

By:
Beryl Ace