A song is floating in the air.
The words and music everywhere.
The grass and weeds bent by the breeze.
The leaves that chatter in the trees.
High notes from eaves the wind has wauft.
Low tones drift from the old hay loft.
The buzzing bees, the songs of birds,
The babbling brook pronounces words.
Is it a song of storm and sea?
Is it a prayer to Deity?
A song of high adventure wild?
A lullaby to please a child?
A song filled with a lover's plea?
A song of hope for things to be?
The words and music all are there
To put together from the air.
Will someone capture it? We'll see.
And if they do, I hope it's me.