The orchestra of wind blowing

Through lush green trees

Builds from a whisper

To a forte with ease.

 

Lightning casts a blinding light

In white dangerous rhythm

Thunder drums quietly, then boom

In crescendo to the anthem.

 

Maestro of land, sea and sky

Of many living sounds and sights

Living, breathing symphonie's

Singing lullabies at nights.

 

And then to amaze us all

Playing symphonie's again

Applause ripples through the valley

And showers us with rain.

 

The rise and fall of notes

A rush of lightning rhapsody

The concerto finally comes to rest

In a whisper of a peaceful lullaby.

 

©  Hazel