Oh, I hear music in the air -
The arias of birds so fair,
The babbling of a little brook,
Squirrels chatting in a sheltered nook,
The chirping sound of insects nigh,
A waning breeze's wistful sigh,
Droning tunes of bumblebees,
A cricket with staccato tease,
A gander's honking from above,
The gentle cooing of a dove.
How all of Nature fairly sings,
In rhythmic tones an opera brings.
If one but listens quite intent,
There's harmony that's Heaven sent.
The arias of birds so fair,
The babbling of a little brook,
Squirrels chatting in a sheltered nook,
The chirping sound of insects nigh,
A waning breeze's wistful sigh,
Droning tunes of bumblebees,
A cricket with staccato tease,
A gander's honking from above,
The gentle cooing of a dove.
How all of Nature fairly sings,
In rhythmic tones an opera brings.
If one but listens quite intent,
There's harmony that's Heaven sent.
- Virginia Borman Grimmer
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Very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh, that is EXACTLY what I was talking about to my dad in Germany ... I was discribing my walk with my dog and when we (my dog and I) sit at the lake and he just watches his panoramic surround-sound doggy TV, I close my eyes and everything that poem talks about was happening, except I heard a rooster crow too ;-)
ReplyDeleteI know, it took me a long time to learn to appreciate the small things in life because I learned that the small things are really the big things!
Blessings,
Doris