The Symphony of the Forest
A symphony of calls high above
Voices without a form
No body, just sound,
as if it’s the trees themselves.
There is no recitative
There is no intermission
This music has no beginning, no end.
It’s the music of the forest
It started with the first sprout
It will until the fall of the final stoic pillar
Once all the musician have left
And have found a new concert hall