you walk by
a floral display
listen closely
to their voices
so happy and gay.
A Pavarotti,
a Louis Armstrong,
and even Doris Day
joining together
in a celebration
of nature's way.
Not everyone has this gift
in order
to hear
a flowerbed
in recital
spreading good cheer.
Once there was a flower
in considerable
pain.
His scream
reminded one
of Kurt Cobain
and the other flower
who could only sing
the blues
was Billie Holiday
when she delivered
bad news.
The kindly gardener
from the big
blue sky
didn't want
any of His flowers
to openly cry.
So His heavenly choir
of botanical
bliss
made sure that rap
was also given
a goodbye kiss.
Old time gospel
provides the blossom
of what returns in May.
Gregorian chants
have seized
the break of day.
Let's hear it
for the Beatles
on the climbing vine.
A Mozart aria
is a joy
and simply divine
and to walk by
these flowers
with the golden voice
is the reason
their music
lets us rejoice.
Bless the chosen ones
who willingly
lend an ear.
They walk through each garden
with a sound
so clear
where the flower
is such
a lovely thing
by encouraging everyone
to join in
and sing!
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