Musicians of the Night( a poem of inspiration)
All across the wide bayou, golden reflections of the bright moon's light,
The stars in the dark sky, twinkle as they fly, swirling about in the night.
The shadows of tall trees, cast intriguing designs, all in mottled shapes,
Strange sounds fill the void, as moonbeams paint the broad landscapes.
A song is to be heard there, a most beautiful serenade, in a fine refrain,
Night birds singing, crickets, frogs all ringing, their jubilance to maintain.
The intrigue and uniqueness found there, is beyond our ears to compare,
The cool breezes, in scents of flowers, rare, waft on winds, extraordinaire.
Here, where the loon, white cranes, bull frogs, and whippoorwill, all to sing,
Heralding the curtain of the night, until the morning's light, its opera to bring.
Natural symphony of greatest harmony, treasured instruments, of rarest tone,
Carrying melodies, wafting in the air, creating a magic spell, this time, so fair.
Beethoven, Bach, their musical prowess, challenged by such orchestral divinity,
The simple, the common sounds of the swamps, more precious in their acuity.
The classical notes transform the nighttime, into rarest moments, their tonality,
The brilliance of the musicians, most amazing giftedness, each's commonality
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