A symphony of sound,
Is life’s composition,
Instruments around
us,
Made of vibrating
strings,
Particles of energy,
Stretching
intertwining,
With each bound
together,
Spinning with motion,
As we spin with
commotion,
We are bound in our
ways,
We are numbered in
our days,
With free will
choices,
Adding to creation,
We change all around
us,
Just by observation,
With imagination’s
power,
Ideas begin to
flower,
And we add to life’s
flavor,
Creating from
emotion,
As passion drives our
choices,
Affected by near voices,
Some for and against,
But there is no
pretense,
For with the eyes of
the heart,
We see through the
veil,
Each with feigned
strength,
Yet we all are so
frail,
At times confounding
others,
Yet with agreement in
the goal,
We each can be made
whole,
With the choice
avoiding anger,
Seeing all clear,
Knowing what is dear,
We overcome
impossible,
Through love.
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