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 ~