All the World Is a Stage
Silver moonbeams strike the old packhorse bridge
As its ancient stones use silent language
To speak of those who passed this way before
And stood on these worn slates staring in awe
At the sandstone walls surrounding the pool
To echo the thundering waterfall
Firefly ballet on the watery stage
As nightingale chorus and frogs engage
A contralto owl adds a haunting tune
While the baritone fox sings to the moon
The whispering willows applaud with grace
As I lose myself in this mystic place
It moves me to tears, almost ev’ry time
But on moonlit nights, it is just sublime ~
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008
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