Concerto

The dusk plays perfectly, Brahm's Lullaby-
acoustic winds concordant with the sky,
as woodland soon will venture into sleep-
so lulled within the great eternal keep.

For miles, one can hear a cricket choir
re-echo out beyond the crimson fire
that frames the forest 'fore the quiet night-
a final rhapsody of brilliant light.

Moonlight's sonata then begins to play
and woodland gleams an iridescent way
engulfing pillared trees in mist-like sheen-
pearlizing all within opaque washed beams.

Then soon, on the horizon, peeking through
bright morning sun in Canon D anew
enlightens jewels of dew fluorescently,
reflecting rainbow light from tree to tree.

And one bird...then another starts to sing-
the woodland is for sure awakening,
all glowing midst the melody of sun-
another hallowed day on earth begun...