The sound of music rings in my ears,
Visualizing dancing tigers, lions, and deers,
I am moved to tears.
Deep in the woods, something stirred,
I thought it was a woodpecker that I heard,
Then, a cricket chirred.
I hiked on the mountain as the morning sun rose,
A gardener smiled at me while holding a hose,
My heart raced as I continued the path I chose.
The lake grins repeatedly under the morning breeze,
Lost in the beauty, I stand and freeze,
Forgetting how to sing my praise…