Connie's Corner
I heard the music of the soft wind whispering,
Creating sounds of distant violins;
Teasing rays of sunlight danced upon shimmering leaves;
Hence the forest's conductors paused, and were listening.
Traffic consisted of bushy-tailed squirrels,
Scurrying toward a secret rendezvous;
I heard an orchestra of birds, serenading their mates,
Droplets of rain joined in with drumming, forming magnificent pearls.
After an interval of a sweetly performed shower,
I heard a hummingbird singing in tune;
'Twas as if in acappella that a group of bees
Were harmonizing while nursing a flower.
'Twere visions of glitter amongst branches of trees,
Creating an illusion of a thousand rainbows;
'Twas no doubt this forest was due an ovation,
For I had been Audience to a "Grand Symphony."
