This morning a lonely moth fluttered at my window..
“What are you doing, moth?” I cried
As I wondered if she was attracted to the lamplight
or enticing me outside?
One of the reasons I love the mountains
Is that our windows are open night and day….
It’s like my ears have been unplugged
and I can hear what nature has to say.
Sometimes she talks…sometimes she sings…
a beautiful serenade…
Sometimes she seems like music
As a symphony is played.
The moth escorted me onto the porch
I followed her every flap…every flutter…every dart
Until we both found a comfortable spot to rest
For the music was about to start…
As we nestled into our separate seats…
(Does one moth and one person make a crowd?)
The full moon lit up the backdrop
of the mountains and the clouds
With the moon acting as a spotlight
as it shone down through the trees
We could hear the music softly rising
as it flew in on the breeze.
I was enchanted by the sounds…
I was enthralled by the melody
And amazed at how the different instruments in nature
could create such harmony…
And so we sat there listening
To natures early morning symphony…
In our seats upon the balcony…
one lonely moth…and me.
No comments:
Post a Comment