Nature’s Symphony

Nature’s Symphony …

When the lights of the city,

come shining bright as colored neon,

in the dark of night

and music is most everywhere,

I long for the sight,

of stars that are so very big and bright,

shining quietly in the dark,

along a country lane –

where a lone owl hoots in a pine tree.

When I can imagine myself,

swinging on the moon,

softly singing a country tune.

the country lanes lit up silvery,

by the glow of the moon,

the wind gently whispering,

through the treetops

and I can sing along with the nightingales.

Where nature and me,

can agree

and enjoy nature’s symphony.

You can hear yourself think

and soon it just eases your mind,

the country makes its own music,

as every single sound,

becomes magnified and echoes in the quiet.

Like crickets fiddling in the summer night

and raccoons rustling about,

somewhere the howl of wolves –

together making nature’s symphony.

While up above in the dark night sky,

the moon plays shadow games with clouds,

that go sailing by,

the stars twinkle merrily,

as down below lovers,

in scented country gardens –

dance long into the night.

Nature’s symphony,

makes everything so right,

where you can sit by country streams

and enjoy your dreams,

that only end,

when the morning comes

and the night fades away.


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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

6 thoughts on “Nature’s Symphony

    • May 13, 2020 at 5:59 AM

      Thank you, Phyllis. I miss the pine and fir tree forests in Latvia and the many country roads along which nature could really be enjoyed.

  • May 22, 2020 at 9:21 PM

    What a beautiful scene your words set, Rasma. I can imagine myself there in the midst of nature’s symphony.

    • May 23, 2020 at 8:39 AM

      Thank you, John. Living in Latvia it was a favorite thing to do walking in the forests.


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