Vivaldi

Down the dark wooded trail
Into the deep forest, bit by bit I go;
Stepping into each season
A symphony of vibrant music grows.
Each branch and blade
Glimmers and waves;
While the sun, rain and snow
With irrepressible delight raves.
Every path of life
Is sung to here,
As the music soars...
For the great Conductor of it all is so very near.
Animal and human together enter
Bliss beyond compare,
Dance in the wind, and in life,
So fully aware.
All the seasons
And all being become one,
In this lush garden
Where perfect Music and life play
Forever in the sun.

(this came to me while listening to Vivaldi 'The Four Seasons', thus the title.)

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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