Birth of a Song


Orange clouds against a lavender sky

Underneath a wonderful flowering field

She sits with an umbrella in hand, with a wishful little smile

And a twinkle in her eye,

Red raindrops begin to fall



Her white dress shimmers with an Inner Light

As she casts her umbrella aside

Dancing with the rain and the sun’s blue light

Laughing merrily



A swarm of fireflies join the fun

Coming out with the setting sun

As the lavender sky becomes a deep sea green

And billions of stars can now be seen



Tired from her time of play

She sits and rests for the night

The fireflies form a circle

Bathing her in their soft light



Dew forms a blanket, that softens the light

The birds start to call softly in the night

Their song fills the world

With a wonderful sweet, sweet sound



A shimmering haze of music starts to form

Filling anything until every thing’s found

The song floods the sky and permeates the ground

It fills the spaces with a magical sound



When it reaches her sleeping form, curled up on the ground

Her heart mind body and soul are filled with that sound

A song that’s taken a life mind and soul of it’s own

Needing only a human voice to be sent home



She awakes from her peaceful dreams

Filled completely with the song of life

Awake and alive filled with wonder and joy

She gives the birth cry to the goddess of song



The birds fell silent

And the crickets, too

They knew what had happened

And you would have, too



The song raced over the each and through the sky

Into the heaven where the fat gods lie

Into the depths of the 9 hells below

Where no human should ever have to go



A being of song so pure and so free

Was loosed upon the world of you and me

As she covered the globe with a rose hum

She returned to the animals from whence she come



The birds began to sing once again

Their cheerful melody

And the crickets joined in their playful symphony

And back to that girl who was staring at the sky



Her green eye all bright and wide

The song resident in her heart

Where her blood belonged

And from that day on she was a spirit of song


----- by Mike

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