The music of nature, fills the air...
Chirping crickets, every where -
birds that sing and leaves that whistle;
grass blades rub, across the thistle.
The locust buzz is shrill and deep,
and lulls me into a peaceful sleep.
Where, in my dreams, I hear it still...
on it goes, and on, until...
the musicians, one by one, sleep, too -
but there's still much for them to do.
Tomorrow is another day,
and once again, they will play.
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