Flute

The rolling hill leads to the castle wall
The fresh air and beauty of the landscape brings ache to your soul
The wall leads past the meadow to mountainous pass
Before the traveler there is sea of grass

There is a huge oak on top of the hill
Its energy and spirit traveler can feel
As the traveler sits underneath the towering oak
In his essence divine energy traveler will soak

Traveler has in his hand a tasty fruit
And in the other a flute
He begins to play the flute
The power of his music even Gods cannot dispute 

If one listens closely one can hear cheetah chase gazelle on distant shore
One can hear Lion and Tiger Roar
One can hear exploding volcano set the land on fire
Or most beautiful face of a women which fills with wild desire

But the true beauty 
Of the symphony
Its true majesty
Only a careful ear can hear and eye see

The music transcends time and space
And puts the listener in dream like place
It lifts him beyond the writing of laws of imagination
Into magical incantation 

Beyond entropy beyond time
Into absolutely sublime
It brings forth divine desire
Until your very soul is on fire

But even that is not enough to write one’s own destiny
However if this magic is not enough to design destiny
How powerful would be magic that gives the enchanter the key
To have full control of his destiny

And this ability is found in music of this flute
That can spring to playing constellation of Lute
And all this is a base
To launch spirit with its music to owned by clock master of purple light place
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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