Nature’s Musicians

The music of nature, fills the air;

Chirping crickets, every where -

birds that sing and leaves that whistle;

grass blades rub, across the thistle.

The locust buzz is shrill and deep,

and lulls me to a peaceful sleep.

Where, in my dreams, I hear it, still;

On it goes, and on, until...

The musicians, one by one, sleep too -

but there’s still much more for them to do.

Tomorrow is another day,

and once again, they will play.

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