Listen To Nature At Night

How delightful is the softest sound of a clear and starry summer's night, You may hear a moth bashing up against a cottage window pane near a lamp, If you listen really hard you can hear him amongst the many garden leaves, A boom as the soaring cockchafer passes your ear, into the flowery lime. The smallest runnel murmurs aloud as do the far rivers over the green downs, The frogs deep in the marshes sound like they are turning a thousand wheels, And the dorhawk, the cuckoo and the nightingale sing from meadows far away, Quails pipe from the ripe green corn, curlews from the far away moorlands. The sound of a little owl, hooting, he is small, smaller than the blackbird, He hunts for food in the twilight of the evening, mewing shrilly like a cat, The little owl lands in a back lawn, and his head swivels like a corn wheel, It's a fierce little bird and will rid a garden of mice, rats and small birds. The flowers are in the fields, scabious, companula, glomerata and some thrift, The flowers in our gardens are borage, phlox, day-lily, gladiolas and many more, Grasses that make mowing grass beautiful are perennial clover and goats beard, Filling the air with sweetness that will make you heady and happy, great days.