Approach nature and show what you see and experienced, loved and lost. (Rilke)
|The Symphony of the Morning (Satisle)
I discern the recurring chirps and whistles
Of the birds in the vast foliage of an oak tree,
A German Eiche.
Whistles, chirps, hoots
And melodious symphony,
Like the incessant waves
Slashing on the shores of the Atlantic.
A single bird gives the tact,
A strong monotonous chirp.
The others follow suit,
Not in unison
But still in harmony.
You discern so many melodies
When you eavesdrop
In the quiet comfort of your bed.
The natural symphony of the morning:
It’s all there
For your fine ears.