Concert In The Green

Concert In The Green

tiny dew tricklets gliding down the raised veins
swollen trunks lined up, arms outstretched to the sun
air, rain and snow trying their hardest to knock down what nature has set forth
and still, Mother Earth brings forth berries and branches, bushes and nuts, seeds of 
     tomorrow
many a bird has lain its home within my strong arms
how gentle is the breeze, the breath of Grandmother's kiss and fields and meadows too
how precious is the glow of Grandfather's moon to light the night's faces
magically setting fire to cold and desolate dark
nymphs of light pulsate and flit all about my leaves caressing and scorching each and every 
     vein
many a beast will try to gorge on the dancing lights only to be left empty
the dance is long, each step and glide calling forth the morn
soon the orchestra will begin


as the audience crawls into the wood, some on four, some on six and more, noisily finding 
     their seats, the lights assemble themselves overhead
to light the moss covered stage down below
our conductor's longlegs tap the root podium signifying the hour
all the croakers have settled on the pads of the horn section
the longlegs have taken their seats in the string sections, ground tappers have sat 
     where percussions do too
the live lights dim and the audience hush  tap.tap.
sweet whisper is the tiny whine of the opening cello
such beautiful music from the tiniest of the hoppers
aged is our master of ceremonies but very limber calling from deep in his abdomen >now<
beautiful chorus
melodious harmony bouncing off the trees
singers dancing and cannot be seen
all around
up above Grandfather is happy, Grandmother blows another gentle kiss as Mother trembles 
     beneath our feet ever so slightly
clapping through the soil her heavenly approval and delight while brightly coloured fan 
     dancers flutter in and out of the light, and the music rolls on
all the forest is singing and dancing
spiders spin gossamer curtains for the last call as our strong, capable conductor beats out the 
     the tempo with its frantic approach
higher and higher; louder and louder
swirling and twirling in the mist
perfumes fill the air as now daylight approaches and glories bloom
glorious is our concerto, is the dance
salutorious is the celebration
life's gentle and rhythmic hymn, ecstasy in itself
I love these performances
I am proud to play my part and appreciate how infinite are the symphonies
and now, it's over
everyone has places to be, jobs to perform, even though I am sad the night's festivities have 
     ended
I am excited and looking forward to
morrows concert
so many things to sing 
for now I'll just sway and remember the music...                      
3jan2007

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her love.