Then, A Cricket Chirred! (Jingle’s Entry 4 Poets Rally Week 24)

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…