The pounding bass of thunder from the sky,
Mixing with the whistling whip of wind.
The sizzle of sidewalks in midsummer heat,
Syncronized with the buzz of cicada swarms.
The ripple of water made after a splash,
Followed closely by the lapping of hungry waves.
The dance of daisies, and lillies, and weeds,
In the cooling wind of a spring breeze.
The babbling of a brook in the woods,
With the flips and flops of tumbling water.
This is Creation's Chorus