Walking through the wood,
The gentle sound of the breeze
Rustles the leaves,
The opening bars of the concert.
The staccato sound of beaks on trees
Drumming holes for homes,
Beating the time
As the pigeons coo in harmony.
The deep roar of deer
Singing the bass line,
Supporting the sound.
Above it all comes the duet
Of blackbird with robin,
Completing the sounds,
That make up
Natures Orchestra.