Nature's Song..

A low-pitch of the north wind and,
a falsetto from down under,
a vibrato from the clouds, and
a melisma from thunder.

Swishing of the trees,
as if cords being strummed.
Crashing of the waves,
as if bongos being drummed.

All together it sounds as,
a song from the heavens
in midst of it, there's the
cappella of the ravens.

I stand on the porch,
listening to my favourite song.
Nature sings its opera,
making me sing along.