Song of the Night

Sing the crickets and frogs and bugs and rain:
“Summer is here and we are free again!”

In perfect harmony, the great composers couldn’t write,
Sings all of the world, chanting its delight.

The river, the lightning, the branches of trees
Each night perform their dances for me.

And out of love unrequited but true,
The wind sings his song to the moon.

Reviews

[Green]

I do love the sounds of nighttime, and they are especially vibrant in the summertime. You paint a beautiful picture with your words. I can just see myself sitting out on the back porch and watching it all unfold before me.