Outside Orchestras

I often go outside and sit

For a bit of a respite

A moment of peace.

At first, all is still.

But then, the choruses

And movement begin.

I hear birds chirping

Flies buzzing

I see bugs crawling

Spiders spinning

I feel breezes blowing

Warmth descending

I smell seasons changing

Nature breathing

And then other creatures

Join in

And in my silence and quietness

There is now a chorus

Orchestrated with movements.

The richness of nature

Outside my back door.