Only
trees standing to watch
Occasionally
swaying in approval
Every
often turning to dance too
To
the melodies arising from within
The
rhythm so pious
Uplifting
and sanctified
Uninfluenced
by sophistication
Only
playing to the silent beats
Of
clapping winds and nodding trees
The
echoes of natural jazz
As
the birds sing unperturbed
Their
music so tranquil and serenading
As
they sing and dance
Unbothered
by the passing spectators
They
play their musical notes
Trumpets
and horns
Softly
blowing away
The
happiness of nature
As
the birds sing and dance
by okandiogada
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