minceir

Every dream, a wavered song
melody; hard to hear, easy to learn
Music sounds of flowers in bloom
trumpets not heard, Voices aloud
Joyous loons, sing of there follies
happy children play, on dandelions
whispers are heard, shouts are drowned
frogs croak the anthem, in tone
A junker knows, all words to sing
Shadows are frightened as light invades
Wine spirits, the ever young
to noise, life and the beauty they have won.