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It is quiet out, today.
The wind offers a refreshing, soothing breeze.
Among the weeping willows, here I lay.
Composing with nature as time seems on freeze.
Animals around me peacefully go by.
They enjoy the notes produced by my flute.
Some glance at me curiously: what am I?
I let my music serve, to them, as my salute.
The majestic trees are in full bloom.
Their pride shines as such every Spring.
They leave petals all over my hair; I could use a groom.
That, at last, can wait ‘til the last string.
String? By that of course I mean the last note of this melody.
What good is there in an unfinished song?
An unfinished song is like an untold story.
You forever regret not vocalizing it; how wrong.
So, I keep the tempo, in internal peace.
I follow the whistles of this cool wind.
My story is told through my instrument, piece by piece.
Each verse sees itself granted the blessing of being winged.
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