the song of nature's brilliant notes

leaves brush off their nearest friend
and scrape to each beat of the tree's heart

the birds call to their be-loved
across mirror edged pond that
one bad step would shatter to an infinite well clearly seen as the night sky on this canvas of water
duck gandolas traverse its scape heeding the way for the pack behind
bravely spreading the heavens within their wake

yet the bugs, how they produce sound so freely
serene strings relay a contingence of something familiar
a home of nightlights strung by wings flittering, generating the fire inside for
not only themselves but I.
i hear their tongue again

but it costs as little to all to listen