Slumber in the branches
Of a Grandfather Willow
Close your colourful eyes
And let your senses flow
The chimes of a piano
A river falling over rocks
Rising in an unending crescendo
Chords of dripping drops
Wind squeezes through leaves
Surges and dwindles anew
A mystical Cuckoo sings
Veiled by the morning dew
Drumming over the stems
Bugs and ants unite
Each in its own rhythms
Orchestra of a sprite
The sun peeks and hides
Hesitant and yet curious
Clouds are the curtains
Of this orchestra mysterious.