The army ants march in a momentous percussion,
Keeping the timing of tenor toned sparrows.

The caustic, quivering chorus of tree cicadas
Raises the humming baritone bumblebees from dormancy.

The bow of the wind strikes symphonic tree limbs-
Play, Play, nature’s violin!

Telephones, city cars, calling friends, barking dogs,
Are a kin to sudden blasts from brass.

All complete the orchestra, not one is excluded-
Somewhere, a conductor smiles in satisfaction.

Another day has ended, our luminous moon-
Is exalted by the placid cellos of shadowy crickets

Lazarus Knix

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