Nature's Symphony

I needn't don a tuxedo nor pay a dime to enjoy a pleasing symphony! In my own back yard or lying abed at night I hear nature's harmony! The rolling bass of thunder, the strobe-bright lightning on a stormy night, Plus the rain pelting my windowpane, anoint me with pure delight! A chorus of crickets in the holly bush lull me to sleep in Morpheus's arms. I'm awakened at dawn by choirs of robins, not by strident clock alarms! The vagabond winds soughing through the ponderosa pine join the recital. Cicadas add a blend of percussion with castanet-like rhythm so very vital! A quartet of mourning doves serenade me with their soothing coos, (Interrupted by a pair of raucous blue jays injecting their atonal views!) I hear the water's hymn as it trickles o'er ancient stones in a nearby rill, And the delightful choral melodies of golden finch as they sweetly trill! From afar I hear the clarion trumpet call of elk echoing in the hills! The merging of these harmonic voices is one of life's gratifying thrills! How I relish the exquisite orchestration of His creatures in glorious recital. Oh, that I had the poetical acuity to give this symphony a deserving title! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved