Nature’s Melody

Upon the hills where wildflowers fair, Enchanted melodies drift on the air; The brooklet babbles, a laughing song, And every creature hums along.

The robin trills on the budding bough, A custom earnest, cherished vow; While in the twilight, cool and mild, The fireflies dance, like spirits wild.

The evening star begins to gleam, A silver note in the sunset’s dream; As day transforms to night’s embrace, Nature holds a sacred place.

So let us gather ‘neath velvet skies, And listen to the world’s sweet sighs; For in this grand celestial play, Nature calls us home, to stay.

• Constance Fennell