Symphony In The Trees

Sitting on a stone near a field of grass, With nothing to do but let the time pass. No one around me, no love but no violence, Nothing but me and the trees...and the silence. Birds flutter by but they utter no song, The sun hovers lower and the shadows grow long. Unthreatened, the animals pass without glancing, The wind gently blows and the grass begins dancing. The creek in the distance trickles in tune, As the clouds drift away for the sun-faded moon. The pines and the cottonwoods sway in the breeze, And if you listen close enough, there's music in the trees.