The entire campground is still slumbering this morning.
perhaps I’ve risen a bit too soon?
But it has provided me the opportunity
to listen to the moon.
There are no sounds of people
no children running around.
There is only the light of a waxing moon
and I find myself listening to the sounds…
It’s too dark to take a morning walk
so I sit basking in the moon’s glow
And I listen as, from high above, she conducts her morning music
soft and low.
The crickets who she conducted to play fast and loud last night
Allegretto….Crescendo …Prestissimo
realize the concerts almost over
as she conducts them soft and slow.
The morning breeze and trees perform together.
There is percussion all around.
The soft cymbals of the rustling leaves…
falling branches drumbeat to the ground….
Then out of this peaceful symphony
the moonlight settles on the wing
of one bird…and one bird only
as the moon conducts her now to sing.
And I revel in the harmony and the beauty
And feel lucky I’ve risen so soon
blessed to sit in the darkness
and listen to the moon.
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