• Lorna Ilena Bussue

A Musical Child is Born

Updated: Apr 13

She moves to the rhythm of hammer and nail

While clapping hands make her body sways

And tapping feet get her on the move

In every grove

Where leaves rustle

And branches sway

She shows appreciation for the music they play

Although never a note she has been taught

She translates every beat

With her dancing body

That responds to nature's melody

In my vision I see her bow

Through a sea of standing ovation

Her voice clear as a whistle

Rides on the crescendo of musical encore

As she holds her captives

In her silvery spell

To the harmony of her symphony


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