Harmony

Harmony

Ere the sun fades into dark,
ere the moon's pale shadows dance,
ere the heaven's light with spark,
ere the hands of time advance,
like a child pulled to a breast
the flower's petals fold in rest.

Dreams of summer softly warm,
dreams that bring vitality,
dreams of future days transform
dreams into reality
as with the touch of morning light
the flower bids adieu to night.

Nature's cycles, oft unseen,
the rhythm of each day's routine,
weaving the world's community
within a song of unity.

Notes

An entry in "Invalid Item" 
Challenge: Write a poem using ANAPHORA within your poem.

Anaphora ~ A rhetorical device in which several successive lines, phrases, clauses, or sentences begin with the same word or phrase.

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome.

Ken