They’re only ornamental
But you wouldn’t know by looking at them.
Bright emerald leaves and white lace petals
Presented quite a show of fancy.
You could see they had practiced
In the secret moonlit evenings
Whenever the breeze had asked them to dance.
Whirling and twirling, heads spinning,
Leaves flicking to an unheard lunar tune.
Last night what a party they had!
No one heard a word,
But you could tell they had been raucous.
At morning light their confetti petals
Were strewn over the dance floor,
Leaving them as evidence
For us to trample as we strode the sidewalk
Wondering who drove home.