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Lost In Song
I love to sit on the hill
And listen to the melody
As the tree branches vibrate
Strummed by the wind musically.
Each time, the music's altered
Depending on the moment's mood.
It soothes me or excites me
It is exhilarating food.
I hum along lost in song
I give myself over to it.
These airs stay throughout the day;
If there's wind, just know I do it.
The hill's amphitheatre
Is always filled with strumming sounds.
Sometimes the skies clash cymbals;
Wild music surpasses all bounds.
These are the times I live for
When I can just let myself go.
I am not the conductor
No, I am part of the flow.
