There is music at dawn in the song of the koyel The tweeting, the chirping, the warbling,the cry The medleys that float in the morning air As birds sing a welcome to a rising sky
There is music in the span of feathered wings The steady drone of the humming of a bee As the sun revels on his throne at noon While a brisk wind whisks leaves on willow trees
There is music in the silver drops of rain A gentle drizzle or a thunder squall Music in the flow of rivers and streams And the sparkling cascade of a waterfall
There is music on slopes of lofty mountains In echoes that reverberate of a water spring In the soft rustling of a valley of flowers Of blue irises and pink hyacinths
There is music in seas and oceans blue Waves overreaching to meet the shore Rippling in sounds of frothy ecstasy Whispers of pearls and ocean floors
There is music at dusk when the day rests The throaty croaks in a nocturnal sheer As moths flutter drawn to light 'Tis music of life that I hear