That Grand Symphony

Those cheerful calls from winged flight
To cacophony of insects both high and low
That Grand Symphony of music to hear
Listen, deeply listen to that good land

Summer sun through winter freeze
Then back again the songs sing
By winged cherubim and more
The land, the lands sings ever on

Not just heartbeats that add to songs
Winds pass through the green leaves
Of cottonwoods, maple and mighty oaks
The wind, gentle or strong blows on

The hill slopes shifting the tall grass
Swaying rolling waves of straw
The background rhythm to it all
Listen, so very deeply to the wind songs

Who conducts the orchestra?
The composer of the chorus grand
And ever-changing members on stage
To honor the listener of that good land

If you listen, do you hear?
From fields of grassland to covered hills
Autumn colors from treed valleys
That Grand Symphony echoes on

Linked to Poets and Storytellers United: Writers’ Pantry #14: “silence is not a natural environment for stories”