A new moon rises, high above the aging arbors
The ancient call of the wild is sounded
The lone owl casts out his warning
A whisper of wind sways through the trees
As Natures song plays on...
From the shores of a distant past, a river rages
In the bed of the forest, fallen leaves swirl
Among the mist of the wildflowers, a petal drops
In the heart of the mountain, an eagle soars
As Natures song plays on
A rumble thunders through the sky
Creatures of the land scurry for shelter
An Earth so alive calmly listens
As the storm breaks and the rain falls
This is Natures Song
StacyAnn D. Lazowski, July 30, 2003
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