Conducted by a cool gentle breeze,
like silent bells, the flower heads swing.
So many giving out songs unsung.
Oh, how their voices need to ring.
Hues in accord are all around us,
each one harmonizing with ease.
I wonder what music we would hear,
if colours met on piano keys.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine Northover
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wonder-84/
