Delicate leaves shimmer, as aspen creak and quiver,
moved by wind like orchestra strings.
When you hear the song that Nature sings,
the wordless soundscape enchanting existence.
When you tune your ears to breeze-billowed fields
and dry-crackling leaves.
Wind-awakened music getting air-play
on a wild-streaming station.
Here in this song, you’ll know you are home.
Beautiful. The words form pictures in my mind and I feel nature as if I were there. Thank you, Christine.