This morning I hear music all around me
like sections in a symphony, nature’s rhapsody.
The dove’s pianissimo, accompanied by crows, and
The dove’s pianissimo, accompanied by crows, and
sparrows and warblers like woodwinds in flight.
Dig the woodpecker’s staccato beat, the
timpani voice of the valley oak and
the arboretum's coronet forte, radiant with color, freshening the air.
The sun rising in majesty, and the moon taking a bow,
and me biking down the path singing the mockingbird’s solo.
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