World upon soft steps grace upon,
musical nuances that glide under
breeze and foot. A melody of what
is felt delicately underfoot.

Temperament is listened to as
approaching all, words not needed
as the quill of footsteps sings it in
bursts of scalding chorus heard.

Nature whispers its harmony,
low humming themes fill the air,
like white noise not heard but
always played in breezes release.

The world is an orchestra of melody,
Just below where footsteps dance
everyday, where natures unison sings
upon creation listen hear it play.