In my hideaway, apart from the world
A world of music tickles my ears
Nothing is still in the still of night
And the storm pulsing above
Brings peace to my very soul
The percussion of countless raindrops against the creek
Creates tempo for the night life in the woods
The frogs' adagio chirps complement
Bass thunder rolling through the treetops
The sky accents the ensemble of nature
With flashes that reveal its hidden wonders
And from my box seat in my climbing vine
I listen to the crescendo of the crickets
As master violinists prepare the finale
All of the life of the wood and creek
Played their final piece well rehearsed
Cicadas played forte in sweet harmony
With the frogs and crickets all holding note in grand fermata
Waiting for the crashing symbol of thunder
Radiant light painted their orchestra
And I gave my silent applause
As rain continued its dull beat
And night closed its curtains
