Music of the Evening
The quaking aspens shake their silver leaves
like paper bells as evening breezes
dance across the lake's gray surface,
stirring gentle swells
that splash the pebbled shore.
The coo-hoo-hoo of owls is like a love song
softly sung among the shadows
of the branches high above.
The descant of the sighing breeze,
the rustle of the trees,
the owls' low harmonies accompanied
by the timpani of rocking water
on the bow of anchored boats
are all melodic notes that play
the unique music
of the evening.
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