iamb a trochaic anapaest

an anapaestic dance    
     
[No. 9 from The Children’s Collection]    
     
“We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living    
instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing    
of the whole.”―J. Boone    
     
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea    
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,    
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―    
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!    
     
all the birds i have heard make a hype with their pipes,    
as their feathers together a myriad of types    
bring to honour the banner that flies in the skies    
when the sound o’er the ground swirls around and around.    
     
let the willow sing still, oh the thrill that he brings!    
when his weeping is sleeping, it sweetens his strings.    
let the bamboo-joint tambu anoint every point    
where the breeze in the trees brings the seas to their knees.    
     
let the crickets in thickets come out from the bush;    
is an ant too descant, his slight shush void of push?    
then consider the spider and let her abide    
by the rules of the choir, that the world may admire    
     
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea    
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,    
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―    
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!    
     
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫