The crickets are playing cellos
in the grass blades in the thicket;
how wondrous is their music
if you'll care to listen.
And the bullfrogs will pull out their basses
To partake in the midnight balladry
See the joy on the musicians' faces
As they cradle their notes soothingly.
The cicadas will then begin their violins
And with their bows cut sound into the air
Making jubilance and a beautiful din
turning sleeping night into a fair.
And fireflies, like lanterns lit, will dance the happy movements
Chanting through the air, a happy summer diction
A celebration of clandestine semblance,
trees swaying their secret rhythms
The midnight symphony we never see,
hidden by the foliage.
So gather round the fires red,
and hug the wind like a brother
The woods are singly after bed
but hush~ do not tell mother.
- Author: Noveyre ( Offline)
- Published: June 17th, 2017 06:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Enjoy :)
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 22
Comments2
Beautifully done . I feel the joy in this .
Super write, I was there enjoying the symphony.
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