Oh, the things you stumble upon while cleaning your room. ;) I wrote this a while ago when my mom forced me to take a poetry/writing class with a bunch of girls who were like three years younger than me. This was one of the many assignments. So thanks mom! Who knew I would end up actually enjoying it? :)
The roar of the ocean
The whoosh of the wind
The vibration of the drum
The strum of a guitar
The cheer of the crowd
The beat of your heart
The tune of a song
The cry of a tragedy
The melody of an apparatus
The praise of a hymn
The call of a crow
And the crackle of fire
