The Bliss

A heavenly blessing it is
That calms the battle fields
That directs the wandering minds
That comforts the grieving souls.

It breeze into the fields
And breathe into these slain
Raising up hopefulness
Putting down the negativeness.

It is a sign board
Leading to the light
It is the guide
To the wandering heart.

It speaks when words fall
It comforts the grieving soul
It is the perfect donor of joy
O, the pure bliss it is ‘the Music’