i sat transfixed
the moon was conducting its nightly service
the wind bowed the tree limbs as violins
the crickets chirped a steady percussion
the night birds added scat as the coyotes howled the blues
the roar of a nearby river underscored all with majesty
the campfire snapped its fingers in approval
and the fireflies were dancing notes in the black page sky
it is a song that will never be captured on paper
it is a song that will never be forgotten
for it is written by God
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