Beautiful panoply
The cadence of the firmaments;
Upon a baking oven of earth
Rustles the slight breeze on boughs
And a basked oven in scorch.
The venerate of revered silence;
A mute trumpet in serenity
Pious as the past breath whom lie still
Sweeps the environ holistically.
The high melody of jubilious voices;
Midst the earth-street trample,
Melodious in ditties highly pitched in bliss
Of prim and proper home love.
The recess of perching twice doves;
Lustre in plumage of lilt lay,
Companioble in exulted rhapsody lingers
Eternal frenzy to eternal merry.
The prancing supple-full miniature puppies;
Held in occult rage of mystic youth,
Each akin in attributes and convivial dispositions
Inviting forthright desire to own-leash.
The evokeful evocative whitebutterflies;
Cedes sense to incantations;
Now lost in glance to afar clandestine dwells
To herald enrapture and wonder.
