The orchestra of wind blowing
Through lush green trees,
Builds from a whisper
To a forte with ease.

Lightning casts a blinding light
In white, dangerous rhythm
Thunder drums quietly, then boom
In crescendo to the anthem.

Maestro of land sea and sky
Of many sounds and sights,
Living breathing symphonies
Singing lullabies at nights.

And then to amaze us all
Playing symphonies again
Applause ripples through the valley
and showers us with rain.

The rise and fall of notes
A rush of lightning rhapsody
The concerto finally comes to  rest
In such peaceful harmony..

© Hazel