Monkeys

Laughing monkeys sit on the vine;
Waiting to sip Heaven’s wine.
Telling stories of long ago.
Whispering secrets only they know.
The wind chants in their ears,
And their laughter fills with tears.
They begin to dance on limbs of gold;
With movements fluid and controlled.
Ancient monkeys of Earth and air;
Seeking the key of a love affair.
Their blood speaks of magic and lore;
Bringing peace in time of war.
They protect the spirits of human way;
Keeping the secrets of yesterday.
Happy monkeys sitting on the vine;
Talking and sipping Heaven’s wine.

March 19, 2012