There's a sunset rose unfolding Within the garden of the sky And the earth's green stem is holding This fragile, flaming bud on high. Soon diamond star flowers will be out; Their opalescent shades of white Scattered profusely all about Grow much brighter through the night. Perhaps, within the deepening gloom, There may appear the gilded gleam Of that great poppy called the moon To show the world its golden sheen. Exotic blossoms growing there, Forever old, forever new, Under the Master Gardener's tender care Within horizon walls of blue. |