Suspended In Music
Taps thrice. It all begins in the ocean.
The waves shamble slowly, progressively
They initiate clutter and commotion
But sustain metronome successfully.
The trees rattle eloquently with style
Branches falling, scraping against the vines
Like strings. And the songbirds are versatile,
Harmonized wind instruments… well defined.
Mother Nature herself, brilliant and proud
Emits the most beautiful flourishes.
The crescendo arrives pure, free and loud.
She picks up her staff, smiles and approaches.
Conducting a 48-piece orchestra,
Suspended in music forever, contra Tempus Temporis
Copyright © Gael Attal | Year Posted 2009
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