Sounds of the Surf

Flute is blown by the wind Hollow sound long and thin Picks up blowing, blowing all around Flute now plays a higher sound Fog or appartion slowly moves On the cymbals really grooves Soft and low is the sound Gently, softly floats all around Wind picks up, palm trees sass shea Storm is surely on its way Palm trees bend and begin to sway Faster, harder symbols play Bass drum adds its booms As the storm really zooms Violins warning of their doom Sounds that are totally gloom Storm is gone the flute's return Soft and low hums surf's churn Surf is calling with its sounds Come, come dance around (I challenge anyone to write their verison of sounds of the surf)