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Mt. Shuksan, in the beautiful Evergreen State of Washington
My homeland, sweet homeland!
~ GOD'S ORCHESTRA ~
In the mountains in the mornings.
Is when the concert's held,
One must be extremely quiet
To hear the music well.
First the orchestra tunes-up,
There are many beeps and squeaks,
And endless scales of do-re-me's,
And other sounds unique.
I love the starting hubub,
Before the instruments have merged,
I listen with anticipation,
For their first united surge.
But for now, each tone's alone,
One comes, and then another,
No two alike, which is all right,
They're awaiting their Conductor.
I turn my ear to better hear,
The sound you think is wind,
But, as it blows between the trees,
I perceive sweet violins.
The wind enjoys playing games,
Especially on an early morn,
It whistles through a hollow log,
And I have heard a horn
Is that a lively piccolo?
Or a playful, gentle breeze,
Laughing as it rifles through
The scrambling, falling leaves?
What is that? A big, bass viol?
Or a bullfrog singing loud?
So commanding and demanding,
Its chest puffed out and proud.
You think you hear a waterfall,
Crashing down below,
But I hear throbbing drums,
BOOMING deep and low.
The tickling of piano keys
Is water spilling in a brook,
That teases pretty pebbles,
While gurgling in and out of nooks.
But sounds I love most dearly,
The most precious of them all
Is the music made by tiny birds,
Their beautiful bird calls.
A meadow lark - a dulcimer,
A nightingale - a harpsichord,
A morning dove - a harp of gold,
And an oriole - a clavichord.
Next there is a tap-tap-tapping,
In the branches of a tree,
Does that mean the Maestro's ready?
I hear, but cannot see.
Each instrument's in perfect tune,
God's orchestra is now complete,
And with its special music,
No way can man compete.
The baton is raised; the music plays
In lovely harmony,
I have been blest upon this day
To hear God's symphony.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis©
Copyright March 2003
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Ginny, dear sweet Ginny! You have painted such a beautiful picture, and so eloquently say the very words that are an echo of my heart with this precious poem. Ahhh yes, I have always loved the sounds of nature, and have spent many years hiking and camping just to be near His great creation. But never again will I hear the "symphony" without seeing in my heart's mind, all the little critters looking heavenward, watching for the baton of the Great Musician to be raised.
"Let the music begin!"
And so He conducts HIS orchestra for our great pleasure! What a picture! What a sound! And what a grand lady you are! I love you! |
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~ Solitude ~
This exquisite music is composed and sequenced by my special friend, Margi Harrell, the First Lady of CyberMusic. Touching hearts, touching lives, touching souls, that's our Margi!! Be sure to visit her wonderful site for more beautiful music such as this. Treat yourself good, and buy one of her great CD's!
This beautiful song brings comfort and joy to my heart, and so do you, Margi. Love you, you sweet thang, you!
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