The lonely soloists of maters’ calls The winged soprano in unbound ecstasy
I hear the chorus of the trees As the dramatic play unfolds
The flustered, red-cheeked couple crashing through the bushes.
The pines quiver with the Wind’s command Tending for the awaited action of Nature’s Law
I hear the chorus of the woods The buzz of strange tones
I feel so out of place From this manifold band.