The army ants march in a momentous percussion, <br />Keeping the timing of tenor toned sparrows. <br /> <br />The caustic, quivering chorus of tree cicadas <br />Raises the humming baritone bumblebees from dormancy. <br /> <br />The bow of the wind strikes symphonic tree limbs- <br />Play, Play, nature’s violin! <br /> <br />Telephones, city cars, calling friends, barking dogs, <br />Are a kin to sudden blasts from brass. <br /> <br />All complete the orchestra, not one is excluded- <br />Somewhere, a conductor smiles in satisfaction. <br /> <br />Another day has ended, our luminous moon- <br />Is exalted by the placid cellos of shadowy crickets<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conductor-4/
