The Flower Moon

The Flower Moon
By Muninn’s Kiss

Each bud opens to meet the sun,
An ancient dance renewed again,
Under Flower’s Moon and Dancing Twins,
Each flower opens, bright and full,
Yellows, whites, purples, blues,
Each standing out, each calling forth.
The fields of green, the brilliant leaves,
The water clear, the building clouds,
All has risen, all has rose,
All is growing, none still waits,
The world is full, the May Queen wed,
The Flower Moon wanes from full.

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