Music,
The inheritance from the divine,
The sound of noise,
May disrupt and annoy,
But the melody of music,
Not only of man held instruments,
But the mortal instruments,
They change us,
the sow themselves deep with in us
And they talk with the soul,
And in humanity,
As in nature,
As in the roots break from the earth
The lion's roar, that declares supremacy.
The music of the clouds as they part
for the grace of the sun,
The laughs of children
while running around in the rain,
As in life.
The music of life,
It is eternal,
It is now and forevermore,
It does change and evolve and
Use differing melodies,
But the orchestra of life.
Never changes.
Yet it only grows and we grow with it.