Voices from Within

When walls begin to speak,
And floors begin to creak,
The night will spin.
The stars will become as lines
Tracing great arcs across the sky.
And clouds will fall
Dropping great puddles upon the ground.
The trees will sway
And bend at their knees
And whisper soft sighs
Into the ears of those who will hear.
And grass will dance across the plain
And over hill
Bringing joyous news
With morning dew.
The sun will shine
With rainbow light
Setting reds and blues and greens
Across the morning sky
And voices will sing of soft sweet sounds
Filling the air with their merry melody
And children will come to play,
Spraying bright colors
And smiles
Across the fields.
And green will grow everywhere
When walls begin to speak.