Waking up to the music
being played by Nature,
the greatest musician.
Humanity rejoices,
it is dawn with
darkness resigning
giving way to light,
alike to the rising of curtains,
a light music not very audible,
is felt, percolates to the inner,
a sensitivity stirs, liveliness
engages.
The sun advances with a brightness
beside a lot of man made noise,
the natural succumbs to the artificial
a subtle tune emanates, distancing itself.
Midafternoon and noon
fall silent, perhaps a hum
keeps going hard to distinguish
as the bustle overwhelms,
Dusk heralds a melodious
rhythm evolving altogether,
a pleasant harmony most
similar to the Piano’s notes.
Comes the night with the darkness,
lullaby flows in fluent, soothing
in its generic simultaneously reviving
slumber surfaces discreetly.
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