Crescendo

The roar of the raging seas The tinkling of sonorous bells The sweet manipulation of thousand voilins The running waves of gushing liquids The buzzing of happy bees, The thunderous sound from the bare clouds The voices of the infinite celestials Bite us O wisdom! Infest our minds with rich testimonies of words Conflagrate our imaginative powers Mystify the sacredness of our poetical voices Grind our rough lines smooth and perfect Elevate our positions in the lyrical universe Control our feeble fingers as we ink through the wilderness of distorted valleys Let our inner eyes behold quality pictures in the gallery of obscure realms We magnetize and Immortalize Our true symbol of poetism. Amen!