I climbed the stem of a rose
To the center of love and danced.
The music was lovely.
A hummingbird conducted a surreal orchestra,
Which included a percussion section
Made of mushrooms and turtles.
The quills of a million porcupines
Became xylophones.
The bells of a tulip field,
Made for extraordinary horns,
While the calls of larks were splendid oboes.
The synchronizing of a waterfall,
Served as cymbals.
I felt like a trespasser,
In the Valley of Musicians Souls.....
So I woke up and practiced.
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