Spring Symphony


The wind whistles. It’s the flute.

The birds sing. It sounds like a choir.

The branches rustle. It’s the tambourine.

The pitter patter of the squirrels. They are the drums.

The rooster calls. It’s the trumpet.

Together, nature is a song.

The sun shines. The lights have turned on.

The large body of water. It carries a voice like a mic.

The rocks bumping down the stream. The applause.

Together, nature is a stage.

The animals and the materials together create a symphony.

 
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Gretta K

VT

YWP Alumni

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