Jennifer's Time

   Jennifer blows into her flute

and creates soft breezes that carries

the birds and frustrates the butterflies

as the tall grass sways with her gentle music.

   It lifts me from the place I lay and I find

myself floating above Earth's curvature and

blink in the brightness of the sun.

   Clouds roll in , carried or drawn  by her

music and drops of rain cleanse my dirty hands.

My soul emerges, coaxed by her notes and

dances atop a single drop of rain which

slowly returns me to the place  I lay.

   Her music continues to pour over me

and falls into the soil. My soul, yet attached to

the single drop of rain, is absorbed by the earth.

   I feel myself traveling downward, her music 

vibrating just enough to encourage Earth's

crust and mantle to make room for me.

   I pass through dead seas and buried forests

and oh so ancient  creatures, I shed a tear for

for their unconscious contribution to Jennifer's

music. If they had never existed I would not have

this opportunity to lay here and journey

with her floating notes.

   Time is short and so very, very long. Thank you Time

for making Jennifer's music possible.

Author's Note

hi , I know you might not like what I write but would appreciate any kind of response positive, negative or indifferent. P.S. Jennifer is my daughter thank you

Reviews

[zainul]

This is a wonderful work.
Your daughter, Jennifer deserves a great applause for rendering such a lovely music that could impress all.
Thanks for sharing the nice piece.

[paul sal.....]

thank you and the time it took for your message to cross an ocean; amazing, is it not?

[zainul]

You are most welcome.
This is really my pleasure.:)