Like rain that drips from leaf to leaf,

descending on a scale to mother earth’s

bass waves of sound. Catching each drop,

each note lovingly, to give it back

in delicate mist, shrouding the trees.

A mystery, a slowly ascending phrase;

music to the senses, nature alive.

A breeze sways a branch, a cascade

of drops snaring a rainbow;

sunbeam, jewels of sound, a delight

to the mind’s eye, soothing to an ear.

Dark chords, somber shade, damp patches

sewn with bright notes of hope.

The never – ending gift of life.

 
 

David Garlick, Sidney, January, 2005