And now the

Angels sing songs

Of lullaby’s in

Haydn and Mozart

They tink sweetly

In my heart

Like a tap

On crystal stems

Like the sound

I imagine of

A dew drop

Bouncing off a

Rose petal or

The sound of

Falling leaves as

They land softly

On a carpet

Of amber these

Are the sounds

Of nature that

We hear if

Only we listen