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.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 11th, 2021 01:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Such a wonderful sound.
- Category: Nature
- Views: 41
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments4
Good write Orchi. I not seen any deer though. I seen squirrels. Do they squeak?!
Thanks Orchi, Yes all animals make sounds.
I read these words, close my eyes
and let myself get lost in the symmetry of your metaphoric: symphony
Beautiful, Andy
thank you! what a wonderful reading experience
Most kind Mek, my pleasure.
Andy
And you Andy, the masterful Maestro. 👍
So kind AP, thank you.
Andy
Reading your poetic picture of nature's great symphony I heard every nuance of each contribution my friend - thank you indeed for sharing this music which goes on all around if only we stop just to listen - - am so glad I caught this wonderful tribute dear Andy.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
Andy
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