The Unseen Conductor

The woods are vast, deep, and dark.

The wind blows hurriedly through the trees.

The branches respond with crackling bark -

in communion with the breeze.

The rocks are scattered upon the hills.

The mosses display their neon green.

The fallen leaves of arbors fill-

a hidden glen few have seen.

An Unseen Conductor (but not unheard)

connects each bridge to chorus.

And through the forest, the sacred words,

compose the song before us.