The breeze which rustles in the trees
assisted by the birds and bees
Whose interlacing harmonies
produce pastoral symphonies.
Which vary as the seasons change
and the musicians re arrange
the notes to suit their vocal range.
I think it would be very strange
if suddenly there ceased to be.
This music which can set us free
from all our troubles easily
and silence reigned: Permanently.
The sound of silence echoing
instead of song birds carolling.


(13-Apr-07)

ivor .e hogg

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