(poetry)
A harmony of sounds
With a melody of a soft croon
Music, of your philosophy
Is a combination of tunes
However, that, my friend
Is not pure music, in my view
True music is certainly different
It is the voice of nature, should you presume
It could be the sweeping of dust
Of a desert or a dune
It could be the howling of wolves
Under a big, bright full moon
Or the whistle of the wind
In the midst of a typhoon
Or the sound of buzzing bees
On a warm, sunny afternoon
It could be the weeping of rain
During a heavy, wet monsoon
Is it a hummingbird singing
On a day or early June
True music of nature
Has no pause or resume
But if you listen closely
You can hear its bliss and gloom