It was a warm summer's eve, in the year before last
The moon hung low in the sky.
Together they watched the stars dance in the heavens
When the blazing fire's light caught in his eye.
The eyes of gold, glinting with laughter
From all the wonderful things he had seen.
Her eyes the color of a long gone spring's violet
Paler than pale, no sweeter flower there's been.
Together they sang of all that is good
They sang the old song of the earth.
With music, dance, and laughter nothing could go wrong
When they sang of love, peace, and mirth.
Then the boy and the girl started a dance
They moved with its intricate pattern.
She swung on a star; he leapt to the moon
A jig that we all should learn.
Then they ran together into the bracken
Through a forest of crimson and gold.
Autumn had taken root in this forest
And joined them in the dance and song of old.
Now winter had come, come at last
But the snow did not dampen their cheer
Instead it joined in their heavenly dance
Perfection was so near.
But behold! Disaster struck in their safe little haven
People forgot the rhythm of the dance and the beat of the song.
No longer cared about the beauty
They said it took to long.
So quickly, quickly the old ways left
Forgotten, to wither in the past.
To make way for machinery and speed
No one remembered the summer before last.
But there were still the small, small few
Who still sang the song and danced the dance.
They wanted to remember the old, old ways
And smell the roses, if they had a chance.
His eyes were the green of all of the plants
Like in the forest in which he played.
Her eyes were the color of a summer's sky
By machines such a blue has never been made.
They both swung on stars and leapt to the moon
Always remembering the dances' weave.
They flew with the birds and ran with the wind
But from the forest they'd never leave.
Because, outside, the world was still in a race
To see who'd come out on top.
The days of old were just a myth!
Running always faster, the future wouldn't stop.
Never stopped to smell a flower.
Never stopped to look at the sky.
Never thought of anyone but themselves.
Never looked anyone in the eye.
So the years slipped through their fingers
Never sung a note.
But those two people never stopped dancing
They still hoped against all hope.
That one day the others would see
What fools they had been.
That one day that they would
Smell a flower again.
That day is not here just yet.
I don't think it will be for some time.
But there are still the small, small few
Who think life is just sublime.
I still dance the dance
I still sing the song
When will you join in with me?
Please don't take to long.