All the hurly-burly that,
Tumbles and rakes our lives
Let me find the source of existence,
On a higher plane than this
Forget the woes and griefs,
Assembled in our baggage
Throw them all away,
Search for joy and bliss
See the stars cascade the heavens,
Chase the silvered moon
Watch the children play,
The moment as it is
There's a music elemental,
That can fill my every day
Dreams to remember,
An orchestra to play
©Mary Cecil
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