This is a Shakespearean sonnet about the music of nature.
Some parents make their children learn to play
The music that tradition says is grand;
They find a good instructor, whom they pay,
To teach the notes and music on the stand.
Each student plays the music he has learned,
And he repeats the notes the great ones penned;
He apes the masters, for he has discerned
That playing what is novel might offend.
When children heed anew the song within,
And spend their time in nature’s open arms,
Then they begin to hear the birds again,
And sense afresh the changing season’s charms.
The cricket, brook, and wren make music too,
And symphonies that Bach could not outdo.
(written July 2019)