Good Music

GOOD  MUSIC.
Once  the  voice  of  rain
Is  heard.
Everything  on  earth  dance
For  help  and  get  wet.
As  loud  beats  hit  the  ruff,
Books  on  the  stool  in  my
Room
Adjust  to  this  mood,
The  pages  flip  in  speed
As  the  wind  predicts.
Lighting  takes  the  hook,
With  his  dynamic  flute
That  has  no  two.
Lots  of  energy,
You  can  differentiate  his
Tune.
This  rhythm  has  caused
Man  no  dime.
They  are  tools  to  show
My  creator  is  good.
                                                                                                                       AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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