Standing lone amidst the night,
Feeling not a hint of fright,
Not a single shred of fear,
Only joyous sounds I hear.
Bull and tree frogs croak aloud,
Cicadas are buzzing proud
Night’s symphony plays in the shroud.
Gentle rain falls from the clouds.
Hear the brook so swiftly babble,
Crickets chirp with thrumming rattle,
Owl hoots haughty in the trees,
Sounds of oh so many things!
Feel the peace as they do sing
Plus I do not hear the sting
Of mankind’s mad'ning machines.
Fireflies have gone to sleep,
Their soft light no longer seeps,
Hauntingly above the grass
as they drifted slowly past.
Scent of jasmine in the air,
Joy and peace are everywhere,
In tranquility I share,
No worries anger or cares.
Wolf howls faintly in the distance,
Sparking forgotten remembrance,
One with all and everything,
Hearing the creator sing.
Calming spirit moving through me.
Mighty mega-verse I thank thee!
Arms raised to the sky, I feel free.
Blessed by nature’s humble tidings.
