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VxPoem ID: 37525
Category:
mother_earth
Posted: January 2nd. 2010 11:13:13 AM
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Nature's Symphony
by Sparrowgael
Age Group: Adult
Nature's Symphony
To the meadow in the pale moonlight
came an awesome and transcendent sight
that's only ever glimpsed at night
but marvelous to see
as the iridescence fell upon
the sleeping earth before the dawn
and crept across the dew-damp lawn
and 'round the willow tree.
Having drunk the night before
I staggered to the outhouse door
dependent on the moonlight pouring
down in silvery rays
when there came some errant cloud
that acted swiftly to enshroud
the moon and left no ray allowed
to lift me from my daze.
In truth, I could not see a thing
and stepped into a faerie ring
so all the old wives’ murmurings
were dancing in my head;
I fell into the Land of Fae,
a place ye cannot find by day,
and to conceal my hapless stay,
I swiftly, boldly fled!
but found shelter quite eagerly
within the hollow of a tree,
preparing for what I might see
I measured every breath.
If all the tales I'd heard were true
(and I'd been privy to a few!)
if I were caught I surely knew
that it could mean my death!
When from my hiding place I glimpsed
a party of impressive imps
led by naked, radiant nymphs
to clear and glistening pond;
and there, as though sent to astound,
wing'ed faeries gathered 'round
and hastened to that hallowed ground
out from the fields beyond.
Whilst from Midsummer's blazing fire
dragons came and joined the choir
knowing what was to transpire
between them gathering there;
and from the waters deep and true,
glistening sprites came into view
of dazzling green and indigo blue
with lilies in their hair;
and from the earth beneath their feet,
responding to the steady beat,
gnomes emerged to make complete
the company amassed.
And to the center of the crowd,
came wild beasts, large, small and loud
to demonstrate their gifts avowed
in musical repast!
The crickets rosined up their bows.
A happy pair of midnight crows
sang the scales from high to low
and then from low to high;
a warbler began to sing
about the Faerie Queen and King
and magic spells, and golden rings
and kingdom's in the sky.
The croakers came, and chirpers too;
a woodpecker's rhythmic tatu-
a pair of doves to softly coo,
they all had come to play!
Who could have guessed at what abounds
and very openly surrounds
with all the old familiar sounds
there present in the day?
The music filled the atmosphere.
It bubbled and swirled and soothed my ear,
dissolving every shred of fear
with perfect harmony.
The greatest masters I had known
were rudely cast out of their thrones
as I beheld the dulcet tones
of Nature's Symphony!
I swooned and thought that I might fall
for now I thought I'd seen it all;
who would have thought a bullfrog's call
a tenor's exercise?
This was the stuff of faerie tales
and I had seen beyond the veils!
What could I do now that the scales
had fallen from my eyes?
I'd stayed far longer than I durst
and thought it time to make me scarce
but for one thing I must do first
though I had not been seen;
I was an uninvited guest
so plucked a button from my vest
for having been so greatly blessed
and brought it to the Queen.
She smiled but uttered not one word,
though every syllable was heard,
and thus was I to be assured
that I was welcomed there;
we're not so different, I suppose,
from fae and toads and beast and crows
but for the fact that they all know
that there’s nothing to spare
Each depends upon the other,
Children of a common mother
Kith and kin to one another
With nothing left to chance;
Cast off your scales then look and see
The perfection of the symphony
And let your soul soar wild and free
And come and join the dance!
I woke the next day in my bed,
a throbbing pain within my head,
and thought I might be better dead
or so it may have seemed;
for now that I'd had time to think
I knew it had to be the drink,
in other words, to be succinct,
it must have been a dream.
I laid myself back down to rest
and placed a hand upon my chest,
recalled the gap upon my vest
as I have lately told;
and much to my astonishment,
(and risking your admonishment)
instead of Faerie punishment
the buttons left were gold!
For they had left me evidence
To shatter any false pretense
And ignite in me a reverence
For I had come to see
This orchestra so rich and true
Understood by far too few
Does not belong to me or you
But to its harmony.
(c) J. Lorian Young
Author's Location: Concord, New Hampshire
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