Flute…

Is that where I am right now?

At the place where my roots began,

To dream of my special place,

The place where my flute,

Being made of wood,

Gave me my initial toots…

Beautiful sounds come forth from my instrument,

They abound in the same sounds given forth by Nature,

The sound of the wind, blowing through the trees,

The sound of the crackling leaves,

The feel of my little home shaking with the wind,

The sound of Rufuz talking to me, in fear of the wind & rain,

For the sound of that little flute,

Can be so soothing, so cute,

For without that sound in my life,

I scarcely can admit to fear and strife,

It has brought forth in me,

The strength of the tree,

It was born of and came to that of me…

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