The music of the night
concert by the moon
When the cool wind plays the flute
The trees shake their heads cute.

The long green weeds
grown aside the bay
become the violinist
soulfully playing it to the finest.

lost its sleep, the fish in the lake
leaps out to beat the drum for a sake
The lapping water waves the piano
playing the notes instinctively, you know!

the clouds are busy
Who drift restlessly
to organize the show
and see in the flow

Bettles, crickets, firefly in the lawn
Singing their heart out
To let their pain go out
And ready for the dawn.