Symphony of the Woodland

The narrow glade was shadowed,
All quiet here
Until a lonely cricket starts his song
Tentatively
Then gaining strength he
       
          Raises
                  His
                      Voice

Inspiration falls to other things
To join the spritely song

The morning dove is cooing lullabies
And the butterflies dance with wings ablaze in daydreams
The woodpecker beats a constant percussion in the background
The great oak is his drum
                    Beat,          Beat,          Beat

Now the vermin are singing, so out of key
While snatching at a berry bush
The entire glade is alive

Ahh! What glorious sound is this?
An entire world immersed in song

Too rich for human ears,
Too shy for other eyes

So away from unwelcome thought,
The
Symphony
Continues

Drenching the entire glade in sound and
Beauty