Its a gift
that can uplift
A changing ocean
Setting a day in motion
Create, relate
Good meditate
Its interval's, Chimes,
Seemingless rhymes
Art that is free
Run's, then crawls
Flight, Humming bee
It escapes, but returns
Always, it churns
Tugs at your strings
While her's rings
It can be tame
never the same
Only seven
Are they
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