Sit and behold
The symphony around us
Hear the orchestra of the earth
As the wind conducts the elements
Listen! The insects are tuning their strings
Their violins are poised
Their cellos are in place
The creaky old oak is taking a breath
Soon his flute will purr and howl
With the vibrance of a thousand colors
As the flowers burst into bloom
They blare their trumpets
And clamor out their brassy horns
The weeping willow sags her shoulders
But the oboes and clarinets begin to play
As the breeze murmurs through her branches
The sun beats down on the earth
Like the pounding of drums
Its beams clash as cymbals
The streams trickle steadily
Trilling the piccolo's tune
Whistling merrily and flowing quickly
The birds croon and sing
Belting out harmonies and melodies
Their warbles vocalize their joy
The wind breathes life into the concerto
It swirls around the instruments
Guiding their musicians
All of the cosmos blend together
In a sinfonietta of the highest beauty
Nature works together in unison
And we have a role, too
We listen.
We are the beholders.
We are the audience.
We applaud and we cheer
When the song fades away
And then we patiently await
The next chapter of the concert.
So come, my friends
Sit with me
And let's enjoy the symphony
That nature has presented to us.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
