Snails Don’t Sing

Little nothings sailed and flailed in the shimmering air,

whilst below, the smiling begonias

in their folly danced without a care.

Causing the merry meadows

To once again laugh.

Oh how they did run

To and fro

To hill and dale

A little fast, at first

Then a little slow…

Dancing away,

Oh dance did they

till the evening was done.

Yeah though…and much to my surprise

 as I watched all this from the secret place in my mind,

 I bore witness to many strange things,

Such as the dancing begonias

and snails that could sing.

For they were babbling forth

in the valley below

Chasing a silent brook,

across cotton candy snow.

All Whilst three blind men

Sat atop a golden tree,

Reading and writing

their fiery poetry.

Yeah though…

I all too soon began to sigh

When I finally realized,

That this was all just some weird dream

 That in reality, begonias don’t dance

And snails don’t sing.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

www.Jallenwilson.com