In whispers, woods weave overtures untold, 

The stories of the musical saplings bold. 

Mighty oaks like conductors with arms outstretched, 

In leafy whispers, tunes are etched. 

Each rustle, a song, in breezes relayed, 

In the heart of the forest, music and shade.

 

Mountains warble, majestic and high, 

Melodies of ages beneath the sky. 

Valleys harmonize, belting out the lows.
In each crag and crevice, composers compose.

Towering boulders with stone-carved lines, 

Building bass rhythms enlaced with wild vines.

 

Rivers' ripples recite their rhyme, 

Flowing fluidly in three-quarter time. 

In each babble or ballad, who could ever forget, 

Wild berries and pine cones singing vocal duets. 

Running streams’ jingles and shanties collide 

And rippling reflections of the forest abide.

 

So the Earth in lyrical whispers sings, 

Of momentous peaks and valleys, and a million little things,

The melodious voices in nature's choir, 

Singing by every meadow and briar. 

Elements combine and a symphony unfurls, 

A wilderness serenading its songs to the world.

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©2023  William A. Smith