Lost Thoughts

Symphony

Enveloped in the darkness of night

Trying to look for the land you know by sight

For it is in the day you know

which way to go

but this night we only know

the Earth that lies under our feet

Silence is all around

Until you tune yours ears to the  familiar sounds

Of the owl that hoots its horn in the oak

Whose leaves blows together

as natures own chimes

As the dewy grass washes your feet

Crickets rub their legs

 to be  the guiro playing its part

in  Le Sacre du Printemps

While the bullfrog croaks the bass

by the star shimmered  pond

Whose water trickles a melody of it's on

to complete the symphony