So much depends upon a cold, hard, brick. Covered with cement, beside the old, rusty wheelbarrow. So much depends upon a decayed, old, nail. Covered with rust beside the green hammer. The cat is the shadow dancing on the wall. Deep, dark and silent slinking down the hall. Reveal him to the night and he disappears; Lead him to the morning, There's nothing left to fear. The cat is the shadow dancing on the wall, but let him find the darkness and he is hidden from us all. Willows bend to their partners while the spruces curtsey in response. Cherry trees form a circle and the oaks dance just like debutantes of woodpeckers tapping on their trunks and squirrels chattering in the boughs. Listen to the sounds of natures chorus