The Instrument of Life
Far away I stood on a mountain
Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain
The beauty of the view was so powerful
It made me feel so warm with the aid of its comforting wool
It engulfed me with the feeling of freedom
Embroidering my thoughts with memorable gnomes
That rush along sprinkling love and shelter
Offering rides to the lands of glory
Far away I stood on a mountain
Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain
Pondering at the creatures down below
Enjoying the cold refreshing water's glow
Deers jump from one place to another
Feeling the breeze that flew with its mother
Fish swam so wildly and cheerfully
As they dived so de lightly
Far away I stood on a mountain
Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain
Remembering monuments that once passed
Once again they climbed into my mind
Sights of these peaceful views review many memories
Hidden beneath the dust of desired pastries
They await to be released again
To play a screen of old times in their den
Tunes played in my ears
Whispers appear in the rear
I shed a tear as a smile scarred by
Leaving traces upon my face's lullaby
Unto the pond I dived
Within the whiteness of the river's stand
Far away I stood on a mountain
Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain
Wind hugged the stones of the magnificent
That held me high into the sky's crest
All the factors that add up to that sight
Are, in fact, sculptures of emotions revealed to the bright
They are the instruments of life....
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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