Nature’s Orchestra

Life is still, silent and dormant..

The show begins; Spring takes the stage.

She sings her song, a warming Sonata

Life once dormant begins to awaken

Peeping frogs chirrup and preep

A world of dormancy answers the call...

Buds and blooms, brides and their grooms

Sweep the floors, dancing to her short sweet tune

The Sonata from Spring, so lovely, so short...

Beckons in precedence the Symphony of Summer.

Summer arrives in the wake of Spring, all her gaiety at its fullest,

She beams her radiant smile and thus sets the stage;

Grasses dip and sway to her rythmic breeze

Flower heads bob and dance as finches sing her melodic symphony

Oceans around the world roar in their applause

In crashing waves of intensity, excitement

As Summer's Symphony draws to an end

Autumn's Nocturne takes its queue.

A whispering hush, her opening scene

A cold, still rain to bear her sweet melancholy

Pitter patter do her tears fall,

A soft percussive beat upon the frozen earth.

Her gentle sighs stir her leaves of sweet decay

And cast to the ground, those she can no more play...

Her mournful tears are her Nocturne's closing;

Winter, in cold indifference, begins her Song.

Cold and still, she conducts her tune...

Gusty flutes, so piercing, so crisp...

Barren, brittle sticks clitter and clap,

The northern gales shriek and cry..

The lights go down.... she ends her show.

In pale radiance, a calming conclusion

The Moon, in all her full splendour, centers the stage...

She sings naught, nor dances, nor sways...

But all whom do see her... are there to stay.