The smooth leaves rustle, the tired animals hush,
The wind sings songs with every tree and bush.
The woodpecker is tapping, keeping steady beat,
A playful rabbit waits for the forest's upcoming feat.
Music starts low, quiet eyes stay hidden,
the symphony is starting, all you need to do is listen.
The green grass sea sways along with a harmonizing breeze,
relaxing the restless running dear to a peaceful dreamy ease.
A nearby river flows, splashing the old water-crafted cymbal,
A wolf howls lonely, giving the ending climactic signal.
The wind dies down, the drum ends from the treetop
The composers of the forest have finally grown to a stop.
There is no clap or applause to be heard,
No more whistling wind or shrills of a bird.
The song does not end, one only stops listening,
You must open your mind, heart and ears to hear the beautiful forest sing.
The conductor to this fantastic orchestra, is a strange one at most,
TO US, the conductors, the musical host.
I really enjoyed making this poem and how I managed to combine so much of nature and music. I don't know if I should try to get even deeper metaphors though. Hope you liked this one. It's my favourite:)
