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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal, Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms, Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above, The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world Of man. Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm, Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows Of inspiration. Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself. Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark. In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with The voices of humanity singing a song of complete Harmony. What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind, To write and sing, to share such expressionism with One another, music is honestly a universal language Understood by every nation, or age group beneath The heavens themselves. A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers, To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters, Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in So shared by all members of the human race for Generations of inspiration to come. I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves, To the charming voices of our youthful young, Than those jolly fellows from days gone by, You know the old barber shop quorate. So many variations and depths of degrees, Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country, Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory. So we thank you those powers on high, For this miracle of a gift called music. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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