Years of night and day,
creek eroding, widening the earth,
singing growth to verdant greens.
Liquid of life flows, quenches thirsty lands.
Roots burrow moistening tongues, replenishing leaves.
Hungry plants strengthen -- can sway to nature's breath
and mimic their dark silhouettes.

The harp and violin share
sweet melodies of plucks and strokes
among sleeping serenity.  The moon shines
down on vibrant strings.  Tones of partial gold lead
stars, twinkling a dance to the enchanting voice,
the singing crafted wood.

Tightly drawn horsehair of the rhythmic bow rubs,
to and fro along with pinches
upon the plain fingerboard, creating a calm river --
soothing lullaby of life.  Peaceful fluttering plucks
blend into shallowed resonating fibers, like falling drops
during rested swan's early morning bath.

The day sun, shining high through fresh winds,
caressing ethereal touch upon the river waters.
The harp and violin play tribute to the gayety of midday.
Flesh plucks speed across tight strings, jealous
violin loses bow; pizzicato solo.
Glaring day's water,
enwrapping warm air,
splendor plants and trees,
share the celebration of life under the blue sky.