by Edward Earl

Created on: July 11, 2009

The first light of morning strikes a chord,

Nature's maestro raises her wand;

An orchestral melody crosses the fjord,

Filling the meadow, lilting across a pond.

"Tis the sound of nature singing,

A symphony sweet and pure;

A million carellons rhythmically ringing,

Both euphoric and demure.

The players are all of nature's things,

The trees, the birds, the wind;

A storm cloud rumbles, the tide it sings,

A peaceful song is what they send.

It's a melody that our souls for long,

An opera that our heart is missin';

It's there for us, this nature song,

All we must do is...listen.

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