A Symphony
Join me for an evening
where a warm autumn breeze
brings us a symphony
blown through the trees.
Of crickets and their violins
to make up the strings,
and the frogs with their horns
shall account for the winds.
With the percussion of thunder
to beat out the time,
while the nightingale sings
a forgotten old thyme.
All brought together
in sweet harmony,
for an audience there
of just you and me.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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