WOODLAND SYMPHONY

by | Nov 3, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

What’s playing the tune?
That the trees dance to

It is the flute,
In the lilting breeze
It is the piano,
Its keys the rising wind
It is the violins,
In the screaming hurricane
It is the trumpet,
Heralding the storm
It is the guitar,
Strumming the falling rain
It is the drums,
As thunder rolls,
And the cymbals clash.
As the lightning conducts
The orchestra below
We can only watch,
And listen; transfixed
And give rapturous applause

ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE

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