The Earth sings its own beautiful song
Rain drops like lullabies
Lightening like arpeggios
Breaking the silence of the blue skies
The clouds resume their order
Puffy and sweet - like marshmallows
Or a bumbling andante
Slow and steady
I treasure the brightness and hope of day
And the soothing, wrapped blanket of night
I invite the silence into my thoughts
- Into my bed
At dawn will come the chorus of birds
A day after the church bells rang
Here they come, flying on the wing
Punctuating the blue expanse
With delicate quavers, fast and gentle and soaring
How wonderful that the Earth still sings
All conquering over a world that attempts to muffle it
But inner joy tucked in its particles and atoms always sings on.