inner flowers

the lights came on and the honey

poured from the jar with the scent

of a perfume that sprung in the summertime

softly bells and whistles played

mellow was the scene around

nobody could be heard

all the angels came in troops

chanting and chanting

as the stomp of the collective feet

were greeted and brought delight

to ears,hands and eyes everywhere

hands held high and the sky was the limit

nothing could be said or gotten in the way