Wind Music

Listen now, the autumn wind is playing Betwixt the trees the branches swaying Serenading summer as she packs her things A joyful yet melancholy song she sings Her instruments the bush, the grass the leaf Each one a soloist though their passages brief She sends the acorn dancing to the ground And weaves a tapestry of golden sound Soon she will contemplate the rain and snow More intense round the corners she will blow Sweeping the walk and banging the gate With winter time she has confirmed a date So much of nature's music can be found With the changing beauty of wind blown sound