Piccolo of fireflies, oboe of gray toad,
far-off strings of starlight whisper secret music’s code.
Heavy air, its promises of cymbal-crashing light
harmonize with moondrone until clouds overtake the night.
Now percussive raindrops beat their welcome rhythms, first
on dancing tree leaves, later quenching grateful gardens’ thirst.
All the Earth extends her arms and raises her baton
And every creature sings its song – the harmonies go on.
Then Dawn creeps–silence falls–all creatures rest, each one
until bright lilies wake again to trumpet up the sun.