Forks to Plate at a Ballrooms'

Each piece in sync Before the guests shall feast. Plates await the songs of hands, Porcelain glimmers in beams, Asides tables, chandeliers held high, In tender view, long windows Captures the viewtiful gardens. The forks like an eager stars begins, Set in place with a measured grace, Rest near the throne each spoon appears, its A Chorus of Similitude, Where chairs stays patience, Each seat met with a keeper, A familiar place to bond Shaped by a handprint The breakfast call, with a Triangle As laughter fills the room like wine, "A quiet world where echoes never rot, and Always Smiles." Each Guest SHOUTS! May morning feel like a Fantasy, a Ballroom to twinkle in twirling Dance ☀️👑