The woodpecker takes the role of percussion,
the bubbling brook,
the coo of a distant bird.
The melodic sound of the wind blowing through the trees,
the delicate crunch of leaves under the hoof of a passing deer,
the gentle humming of a bumble bee.
As the sun wakes upand sings her morning song.
The world is an orchestra,
building to a crescendo,
conducted by Mother Nature.
And you are the audience,
giving it the standing ovation it deserves.