As Petals Open

There was a melody, few ears could hear meant not for folks or even lovers near. She smiled though at the soothing sounds and dreamed. She was a rose, exquisite in soft pink high-placed her friends, majestic were her oaks gave shade and peace, spilled drops of dew to drink and beauty to the grounds. In fact it seemed that forests grow as roses and tall trees and Nature tends to be a gentle mother lode. Windswept they stand and listen to the ode, a musical for some, invisible the band. Woodpecker plays the drum. She listens with her heart and shares but knows it is for others only art, for her it's simply HIS. Soft petals slowly spread, receiving melodies. Green moss, a silent bed, from distant hills a breeze.