A bed of roses
With fifty petals
A grand design
For every life divine
A symphony of sounds
Heard by tender ears
Cacophony of thoughts
Sadly drowns them out
A baton comes alive
Orchestrating energy into music
Instruments sing and dance
As the conductor calls their turn
A wall of silence
Sound proofs the inner realm
Black space insulates the moon
From the fireworks of our rejoicing world
