The Midnight Band

May 23, 2008
A perfect circle in the sky, reflects down creating a stage
Dark soft clouds become an audience
Crickets creek
Soft gentle roll of waves create a song of life
The grasses sway side to side to the new beat
Smells of the wild become a song book
Birds chirp making lyrics
The wind is dancing feeling the harmony of The Midnight Band

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paulk said...
Aug. 8, 2008 at 7:56 am
good poem
harmony91 said...
Aug. 7, 2008 at 9:15 pm
i LOVE this. very descriptive; beautiful.
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