Trees rustle as the wind plays a tune;
An exquisite harp-no song can sing
The yew waltzs across the emerald grass
Which sparkles with the light of crying day;
Day who lovingly nourishes her domes of purifying fire
That embrace the world in its colossal frame
Merry sparrow twist on the blanket of the sky
And watch the heavens shine a blistering gold
As Sky erupts into a peaceful blue
A beautiful blue that whispers a lullaby to your heart
Hear the noise outside?
The sound of the wind hissing; breathing
A clumsy rustle of scattering leaves
Strain your ears, listen: You can hear it.
The Sun yawning dazzling sunshine
The Sea twisting; dancing; roaring; singing
The Moon delicately cutting a hole in the sky so she may peek;
The Land whispering of infinite words that will echo in the halls of time.
These sounds, my darling,
Are of a thousand unbroken melodies
That dance into each other-
Dance so beautifully, so heart breakingly-
That form the essence of life itself.
A Thousand Unbroken Melodies
