Secret gardens lie in wait
as magical winds wind their way into place
for the ball of beauty about to begin
like a thousand dancing petals
swaying back and forth
welcoming us to join in.
I move my thoughts on streams of breeze
nestled amongst the colored leaves
spinning round with endless glee
the flowerbeds and me.
Beneath the curtains of bluest skies
waltzing around the paths we make
stepping lightly in a sprightly groove
we watch the blossoms shake and move.
A dance of Spring moving into the new
beneath the magical eye of the moon
as the rhythm of a beat is heard within
we cannot forget to start again.
To dance with life as seasons move
leaving behind the thought of winters gloom
with color popping everywhere
we come to live without a care
and find the peace dancing sweetly there.