All the World’s Her Stage

The show is set, with curtains, black

Stage lights ’cross her entrance

And waiting just backstage, she’s dressed

Gold flowing hues, her raiment

The hour’s near; the dark of night

She’ll make her grand appearance

And, without sound she enters, LIGHT

The star in all her brilliance

Dark for now has found its end

Fleeing are the shadows

Hope spreads ’cross the purple sky

When LIGHT develops colors

Hues in myriads of shades

Across the whole landscape

The pigments saturate beneath

Full of life; awake

The animals all greet her

The rooster crows for dawn

The owls go back to sleep

To the chorus; Birds of Song

The audience to her west

Gaze at her embrace

Her warmth kisses their faces

All the world’s her stage

A tip of the hat to Shakespeare;

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances....