The Song Of Life

The song of life each season plays
the singers change from day to day
the song is played on Nature's strings
the morning birds the first to sing
when earth is bathed in golden rays

some musicians leave, others stay
with Winter's cold, some fly away
the song is played from Spring 'till Spring
the Song of Life

the hum, the buzz round flowers gay
a blend of barks, songs, chatterings
throughout the land, the joy life brings
the refrain echoes Nature's way
the Song of Life.

by Chris Embrick

Comments (2)

Mystical narrative and a fine imagery. The words come to us as magic spell: mysterious as the silence when the tailor would pause with his needle in the air.
Oh, yes, an intelligent poet! I like being introduced to writers who see the world from a different angle, a different hope