And the green leaves
Dripped
And cascaded down
Like a picturesque
Waterfall of
Playful emotion;
Swaying back and forth,
Filling the void with
Contented sounds,
Which picked at me
Saying “play”
Showing me an
Orchestra of nature
The flow, rhythm, rhyme
Of the seasons
Howling and singing
All day long
With but one
Reason:
Life is the music
We hear,
Yet we do not sing
It from our hearts,
But destroy it with our minds.