Wind Chime
Wind Chime
I have this old broken wind chime
Hanging with a few hollow pieces left.
Still playing a beautiful soft melody
With slight breeze the wind leaves behind.
The sound is high and low, like life.
We have the spectrum of it all.
Broken we may be at times
And we still have a powerful song
To bring to the world waiting.
It may not be like others, it is our own.
But like the sound of instruments together
Performing in an orchestra, it is complete.
The audience just wants to hear the music.
Heidi Sands
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