A symphony arranged
upon the green
As morning dawned
it's light
Throats of every
feather
Yield their eyes to
sight
Acopella filled the
silence
In perfect
harmony
The conductor was the
branch
Upon the tallest
tree
Nature paused to
listen
to their counter
parts on high
Thunder clapped
approval
Rain clouds paint the
sky
Sounds of pitter
patter
Echo off leaves so
soft
Accompanied the
symphony
Up in the choir
loft
Colored robes of
royalty
Grace sight with
sound above
As feathered nature
played
Their melodies of
love.
~Doug Van Wyk
2000
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