Song of Elizabeth

The lonely crowd were singing, "It's raining gold and silver!"
Stretching their hands above;
Waiting and anticipating their treasures to fall upon.

While gone down, angels' gust revived their rivers,
Where riparian flowers said "We used to sob."
And now, the angels returned up above,
Leaving their petals from obsolete red to love.

When the night came to dawn,
Sky switched on their little bulbs
And summoned cicadas down to sing
Amidst the millions of birds lived to see
What a song could do to make the world
Heal the wound it used to be.