Symphony of Nature 1

I pull into the parking lot
on a clear,crisp Winter’s day
Listening to music
and looking around
A seagull was flying to the beat of the music
Two more flew in harmony
Flags wave in the breeze to the sax solo
A man passes by to the rhythm of the mandolin
The bare trees of Winter sitting still,
the audience in a trance
A discordant note, and the seagull
rewrites the music
And a group of pigeons
flies in tune against the orange marmalade sun
Giving the music that psychedelic twinge.