As the musical magic flows into my ears, I fall in love.
The high pitched songs from birds near and far,
as their harmonies and melodies flow over the land.
The majestic blue waves crashing into the shore,
as they sound like thunder in the distance.
The swishing and sloshing of the creek nearby,
like the steady flow of water running in the sink.
A faint rustling from the tall blades of grass
as the wind hits them so delicately, so softly.
And if you listen close enough you hear scampering all around,
of little ground squirrels rushing this way and that.
As the night starts to fall
with the moon fighting the brilliant Midnight Sun.
You hear the cracking of sticks in a well lit fire,
with chattering and laughing till they were no more.
Now the only music is that of the rhythms of snores.
One after the other like when a lion roars.
I love this place and the distinct music it plays,
for the melodies of the land are deep in my heart.
From the crashing and thundering of Kachemak Bay
to the swishing and sloshing of the relaxing stream nearby.
From the scampering of wildlife and laughing of people.
This place plays a song, for Alaska I long.