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A Night with the March Orchestra

by Mandy Doerr

Water trickling over stones.
Willows with their cool green domes.
Leaves that filter much sunlight,
Silently rustle through the night.
Stars flickering through all times,
Add to this their lovely chimes.
The moon, alone, this song conducts,
While words are whispered from the muck.
The wind so softly starts to sing.
Insect instruments begin to ring.
Sweet music that never ends,
Can be heard while the world mends.


Copyright © 1998, Amanda D. Doerr