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Symphony of Creationby Eunice PerkinsAnd we each can have a seat Without money, without ticket, Can't you hear the rhythmic beat? It is pounding in the ocean, It is drumming in the sea, Composition played in harmony..... A concert that is free. Can you hear the pan flute chorus In the evening in the breeze As it pipes across the heavens, As it hums high in the trees? There's a violin that joins it As the wind tunes up its song Till the bow is hot with melody And the resonance is strong. A harp is softly stroking 'Cross a rippling field of wheat, Unseen fingers gently strumming To a flowing, swaying beat. In the caverns of the mountains An oboe and bassoon Echo rock to rock, performing To a solemn, sombre tune. Hear the waterfall that tinkles With a xylophone of sound, And the clashing of the cymbals As it splashes to the ground. In the fields and in the forests Hear the piccolo of birds All accompanying the music Of a song too sweet for words. Booming drumroll from the cloud-mass, Woodwind strikes up wild refrain. Right on cue the soft shoe shuffle Of the dancing feet of rain. The performance is completed By the tap-dance of the hail, And it reaches a crescendo With the trumpet of the gale. Yes, the orchestra is playing... Can you hear it with your heart? Creation's joyous music As each section plays its part. It's a symphony that's given, Each performer put in place And conducted by the Maestro, To delight the human race. |
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