Nature's Music Poem by S. D. Smith

There's a secret place
Where eyes see for miles.
Flicking over the land
They spectate a serene dance.
The green grass flowing,
Possessed by something unseen
Bending to the cold ground
Yesterdays filth being cleansed.
The November sunrise
Lights October leaves
Of fire-like color,
The illusion of the blaze.
The water in the pond
Dances with concentration
Acknowledging gliding spirits,
That puppeteer its movement.
All things in this forest,
Are one with the wind
As they dance to its melody.