The Orchestra of Nature

6/5/2018

I hear the clapping of hooves

The stomping of feet

And the various colors of nature,

All merging and shaping into an orchestra.

 

The chirping of crickets accent

The hooting of an owl,

While the call of an elephant

Intertwines with the chucks of frenzied squirrels.

 

The rustling of leaves submerge

With the fragile drops of rain.

The whistling of the strong wind

Muffles the daring roars of tigers,

Giving it an elegant chime.

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The snarls of lions

And the barks of wolves,

Like a sonata, play with each other, switch voicings,

Each one striving to claim dominance and show their fierceness

With their audacious fortissimos.

 

The patter of the downpour remarks

The crunching of leaves.

The hiss and rattle of a snake

Direct the buzzing of bees toward the correct tempo.

 

The song of nocturnal birds climb up and down a chromatic scale,

While the main melody is brayed by a herd of donkeys,

somewhere in the distance.

 

None of the performers are visible,

Their faces and whereabouts blanketed, clouded,

by the darkness and haze of the night.

 

They remain anonymous.

Not caring if they are recognized or famed,

Only wanting for their voices to be heard,

and continue to carry their messages with their music.

 

The only one that remains silent,

Making not a stir,

listening to the beautiful wonders,

Is the night, that watches over the symphony, so still,

And me.