The Pied Piper
An orange and brown flying instrument
With God given organic flutes.
I am the pied piper of the sky.
A composer of the highest order!
My musical notes fill the atmosphere!
A tune like no other.
Quavers! Shrills! Runs!
Who else can make such sounds sound beautiful?
Nobody else, for I am the pied piper of the sky.
All in nature are attracted to my music
And I lead their thoughts wherever I please!
My warble.
Rhythmically, melodically rippling through
The ears of my listeners.
The ears of Nature.
A new song each time.
The lowering of my tone to match the lowering of the temperature.
The change in my tone to match the change in the seasons.
I am nature's soundtrack.
Melancholy is my song during winter
As the scene depicted is dead.
Life is gone and my song is mournful to commemorate the lives
Of all that have died.
But in the busy summer,
Twick! Twick!
I fend away all enemies from my territory with my tone!
And they know to beware of the European robin.
For legend does state that I scorched my breast
As I transported water to the souls of purgatory.
I fear nothing!
For I am invincible!
I am untouchable!
Unmatchable! The best of the best!
With the song of an earthly angel,
I charm my way into
your heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Air I Breathed in That Morning
PuisiI'm not a poet. I'm not really a writer. But I decided the little things I write shouldn't go unnoticed. I hope you get to see a little bit about another individual you've probably never met. Leave a comment. It's nice when people appreciate the lit...
