The forest floor was bathed in a shimmering light
And the dark tree trunks stood rising up like giants
Overlooking the wondrous scene
The leaves reflecting shades of green
And a strange sound lifted our hearts
Sounding like tiny bells on wheels of carts
dragged through this magic glade
To accompany this theatrical backdrop
We sat on fallen boughs of great trees
Awaiting the orchestral introduction
The rise of dawn’s curtain
Nothing else was certain
And as the light broke through the trees
A great flapping of wings and buzzing of bees
Surround sound in truest form
Caught us unready. The show of today had begun
© Philip G. Bell
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