Like a song,
The wind through the trees.
Like a melody,
The talking brook.

The songs of a forest,
Like the heartbeat
Within a child’s breast,
Like the soul’s longing cry.

The heart’s mournful ballad
For a love so true.
The moon’s silent vigil,
Haunting like a chant.

The songs within,
The music without.
Sung by nature’s choirs
Listened to by human ears.