The Haunting Sound of the Oboe
I have walked this earth and heard a million sounds
Of people, languages, nature and song
From the sound of a rushing river as it flows to the sea
Leaping over boulders, pebbles, skipping, weaving its way
The sound of thunder claps, announcing its power
The roaring ocean waves in a rush to embrace the shore
The sound of the north wind howling as it undresses the trees
Followed by its soft murmurings as if to give some comfort
The crisp, crinkling sound of autumn leaves fallen on the ground
Even the soft needy cry of a precious new babe, born
All these sounds are such delights to recall
I imagine I'm walking through a lush green forest
Teeming with life, so many creatures, plants, yet to be named
The sound of the oboe transports me there,
To the many places that I hold dear
I imagine I'm strolling bare feet on the ocean’s shore, on cool summers night
The haunting sound of the oboe wafting above, riding on
Tthe soft summer breeze, inviting, filling me with emotions deep
It soothes my soul, it matches my mood, it encompasses all sounds
Harsh, allegro, then, so soft, sweet, which can bring me to tears
This simple reed instrument made from nature’s stock
Does capture all moods and nourishes my soul!
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