The Wondrous Sound

As the wind gently sways the trees,
With the whisper of the gentle breeze,
You hear the rustle of the leaves,
And the busy buzzing of the bees.

And the birds begin to sweetly sing,
Amongst their quick, fluttering wings.
The sweet, rapid, repeating ring.
Throughout the cheerful spring.

Take a look at the world around,
The piano keys and the drum’s pound,
Famous, old, or newly found,
Let’s embrace the wondrous sound.

The waterfall rushing like a snake,
The splashing in the lively lake,
The light fall of a fresh snowflake,
Everlasting music that none can break.

Hear the babbling of the brook,
Or the flipping pages of a book,
The ominous echoes in the nook,
Or even from the overlook.

Take a look at the world around,
The guitar’s tuned strings, securely wound,
Famous, old, or newly found,
Let’s embrace the wondrous sound.

It might be the piano’s solemn songs,
Or the strumming of the strings long,
Or the drums, loud and strong,
Hear the cheerful tunes fly along!

It all brings every word to life,
Accompanies you in times of strife,
You don’t have to look for a flute or fife,
Music’s everywhere, beautiful and rife.

Take a look at the world around,
The patter of raindrops on the ground,
Famous, old, or newly found,
Let’s embrace the wondrous sound.

Whether it be from an artist, renowned,
Or one of nature’s songs abound,
It’s everywhere, it all surrounds,
So let’s embrace the wondrous sound.