Night Serenade
The wind rustled through the trees
forming a whispering melody
the higher pitches made a whistling sound
while the lower pitches were soft moans
as the wind intensified and released
in harmony a song was created that
only nature understood
it continued with a definite rhythm
now accompanied by a drum roll
as hands of thunder joined in
they both took a deep breath
started their harmony
enjoying a night serenade.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2020
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