The hills stood up
With such pride and glee
Their tiny lights of many shades
Poking through the trees
The moon too rises
At the commence of the night
Flying sky high
Glad assume its post
How melodious the night sounds
The birds soprano
The cats alto
The dogs in their familaris tenor
And the toads in their proud bass
An orchestra within its own complete
That’s the true sound of music
The melody of hearts.
© Prisca Woedem Abodakpi
Source: WWW.SEEBGH.COM
