"The Song"

The notes dance across the page,
Rolling like the green hills outside.
Soaring and Singing.
Dancing, Weaving.
Intertwining hope and love,
In a world that has none.

The violins sing their song.
Unique and Delicate.
It rises into each heart
That hears the sound.
Beauty unbridled, untainted.
Darkness is not welcome here.

The piano sings its song.
Loud and triumphant.
It brings inspiration,
Filling the room.
Bringing courage, strength.
Darkness is not welcome here.

The drums sing their song.
Slow and steady.
Never missing a beat,
Setting the tone for all.
Rising steadily, slowly.
Darkness is not welcome here.

The chorus sings their song.
Wild and pure.
Giving an air of freedom,
Becoming irresistable.
Pulling dangerously, ferociously.
Darkness is not welcome here.

The notes dance across the page,
Rolling like the green hills outside.
Soaring and Singing.
Dancing, Weaving.
Intertwining hope and love,
In a world that is now,
Blessed.