Ever walked through the woods early in the morning?
It’s as though all the creatures were awakened at the beckoning of their orchestra’s conductor

With sounds ranging in characteristic from preppy to deafening,
And joyous to piercing,
Each one did only what it could do, what it knew to do, what it was born to do
Not for a moment did I hear a goose sound like a red robin,
No, each creature sang, chirped and moved at its God-given pace

From moment to moment each creature had its own space to be, to sing
No competition, no silencing of one another
Just a complimentary work of art.