![]() Wind ChimesA Poem by Sarah Marie
The creatures who make
This music their song Are kept secret for their own sakes; People believe it to merely Be the wind, but they are wrong. They think the wind could blow Such beauty in one high voice- No one truly knows Of the creatures who hide themselves By force rather than choice. They are quick, their slender fairy fingers Acting like the wind's whispers As they pull on the strings; The song is sudden and echoes linger, The pixie people swaying as they sing. It takes several at a time to make the chimes Act as their instrumental play; Families gather together as if a celebration, Some playing petal trumpets while others rhyme Until dusk arrives and ends the day. Blessed are those who hear the song When the wind is still and all else silent For they are far from alone. © 2012 Sarah Marie |
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Added on June 19, 2012 Last Updated on June 19, 2012 Author![]() Sarah Mariemy own world...come visit me!, SCAboutAspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..Writing
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