Celeste

I listen for the song
every time that I go out.
I can’t help but sing along
and sometimes dance about.

I hear it in the breeze,
howling through the moors,
stirring up the trees,
and racing ‘long the shores.

I hear it on a sunny day
and more-so from the moon
in every golden, glowing ray
and each quiet, silver croon.

The voice of the world soul
out and about for a stroll.