Crickets play their violins.
The cicadas have woodwinds.
Katydid strums on her harp
As leaves on the trees fill in.
The industrial complex
On t’other river side adds to all
Bringing in the percussion
Every time the steel scraps fall.
So next time you’re out in dark
Of night, listen what it says.
Nature’s voice is soft but still
You can hear her music play.