Grace and purpose had voiced its existence,
A speechless meaning in a wondrous sound.
The song still lingers on,
Through every sound,
It is part of the earth,
Through everything that exists,
Through every movement,
As it thrives to bring life.
As the rain pours down,
It lightly reaches the ground,
Reaching to the soul, -touching every life-form,
It's bringing the spirit of life again.
When a heart beats,
That beat entwines with the movement of the earth, and the stars,
The wind and the tides.
As the ocean's waves splash,
Below, surrounded by a world of blue, whales call to each other,
As if there is the deepest understanding,
Not to be put into words.
Above the oceans and the trees,
When a bird is carried weightlessly on the wind,
He sings a song of his own creation,
So beautifully in tune with his soul.
Everything is part of a melody,
The melody being one with everything,
And each thing,
Like each different string of a harp,
But the sound more glorious.
But if ever one string is broken,
It seems like a part of the tune is missing.
When it is all together, how indescribably beautiful music can be.
(c)2004 Molly Nicole