The quietude of the morning blanket of clouds
Absorbs all sound and brings forth those of nature like a symphonic movement
The owl is first chair in a soft beginning
It’s cousin’s mellow screech adds accompaniment
Both near and distant roosters intersperse harmoniously
As songbirds bring woodwind melodies
But the hush remains the theme
As the day begins with ease
Resting raindrops snare random percussion through the leaves
In a rhythmic pattern that can only be discerned through eternity
My mind is the conductor
The duck section adds to the score with chatter from the wings
As if one had just told a joke
And frogs croak their glee to the wet morning soak
Like eyesight adjusts to the darkness to cut the night and see more stars
My hearing senses more and more through the sound of silence
As the world awakens once again
JArtB
0515 17 NOV 2023