Analysis of Nature Never Seems to Sleep

When off in pensive mood I lie
I gaze upon the wandering hills
I wonder how they wander so
Yet they stand so still

The trees and greens upon their slopes
All seem to be asleep
Yet there's a bird that sings to bring the spring
Perched upon their peak

My ears they hear its spritely tune
I wonder what it means
Oh how I wish I knew
How to sing with you as one of nature's beings

Its spritely tune carries through the valley
strewn below
It sings until the evening brings the moon’s
low cold glow

When then the whispers of the night
carry on the chorus
as frogs and crickets harmonize
while owls hunt the mice

Nature's song carries on
throughout the long slow night
It wanders without stopping
through the darkness into the light

When then again the volume rises
with the shining sun
The volume of the song disguises
what is done as what's begun