The Bells

The order of events are always beginning with looking,
Who will find the bells as they ring from unseen perches?
The bridge broke and they all fell into the river,
As they fell they shouted “We are people too!”

Who would have thought of such an anomaly?
The lonely stone disguised himself as an animal,
Just to feel the warmth of attention,
Above the clouds is walking upon the tundra.

The bells hung from the trees dead as night,
The sunrise made them shine and they came to life,
As the wind began to blow the bells sang me a song,
The tree’s boughs rubbed like cellos.

Where I placed my own is a secret.
The little silver fellow is mine to keep forever.
Even as the witch screamed “Who bent my cards?”
I was safe with the sounds of the bells.

I am destined to awake to every morning a Sunday morning,
Where the bells ring to call me from my sheets,
I will go to my window and see them on the breeze,
There the world will begin, and all thought will harmonize.