PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There's an orchestra that's playing

And we each can have a seat

Without money, without ticket,

Can't you hear the rhythmic beat?

It is pounding in the ocean,

It is drumming in the sea,

Composition played in harmony.....

A concert that is free.



Can you hear the pan flute chorus

In the evening in the breeze

As it pipes across the heavens,

As it hums high in the trees?

There's a violin that joins it

As the wind tunes up its song

Till the bow is hot with melody

And the resonance is strong.



A harp is softly stroking

'Cross a rippling field of wheat,

Unseen fingers gently strumming

To a flowing, swaying beat.

In the caverns of the mountains

An oboe and bassoon

Echo rock to rock, performing

To a solemn, sombre tune.



Hear the waterfall that tinkles

With a xylophone of sound,

And the clashing of the cymbals

As it splashes to the ground.

In the fields and in the forests

Hear the piccolo of birds

All accompanying the music

Of a song too sweet for words.



Booming drumroll from the cloud-mass,

Woodwind strikes up wild refrain.

Right on cue the soft shoe shuffle

Of the dancing feet of rain.

The performance is completed

By the tap-dance of the hail,

And it reaches a crescendo

With the trumpet of the gale.



Yes, the orchestra is playing...

Can you hear it with your heart?

Creation's joyous music

As each section plays its part.

It's a symphony that's given,

Each performer put in place

And conducted by the Maestro,

To delight the human race.