I've been waiting for the music of this dark night,
warm on an evening in April
Spring peepers singing from dark, wet woods,
vernal pools alive
with the Rites of Spring
I stand in the darkness listening
as the chorus swells and fills the air
rising like a tide from the forest—
Handel's Hallelujah,
Beethoven’s Ode to Joy,
this is the music I hear
in this woodland cathedral,
rising from the vernal pools
with croaking voices singing,
and all the peepers peeping,
Majestic voices of
Amphibian Angels.
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