A singularly gorgeous golden ray,
Breakthroughs into a vast array;
Shattering the lime green canopy.
Ebony ink flows upon an ivory page,
Where two eyes now set their gaze.
This processed fallen tree, is the stage.
Words and ideas, roots that grow,
Deep into the grand bronze earth;
To a creative wood, they gave birth.
The setting, is this newly revealed forest
Nature provides the players for the show;
Reciting their lines, much like a chorus.
The wind roars, cymbals clash,
Nature’s percussion and brass;
Beating against the sapphire grass.
The evening curtain is now slowly rising.
The audience paid, their time is cash;
Moonlight, the spotlight is now shining.
The play is currently underway,
The lines, the actors recite perfectly.
On this new, still, and peaceful night;
There is awe, created by the playwright.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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