As a bluebird perches upon a branch and sings,
Translucent rays of light shift glistening.
The voices of nature go silently unheard,
A beautiful sight soon to be obscured.

A near stream trickles down a serene mountain side,
The sounds of water droplets begin to subside.
Peepers peep in the profound morning dew,
Each, a symphonic noise coming anew.

A grand wind conducts the melodious concerto,
Now, an opera without libretto,
Swaying limbs, the old frantic conductor,
A gentle kiss from nature’s seductor.

Sadly, nature’s best performance is near days end,
A soft humming melody for next mornings trend.
At last, the day is removed of all sin,
With the starry stage lights soon closing in.