The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)

by Experimenteer

Chapter 49 - Octavia's Symphony

Octavia's Symphony

Windy breeze be frozen waste,

Her string sound of heavens taste.

Godly tune from sudden cause,

Be a given gift, for likely applause.

How nature be grey they seemed before,

But maybe all but common core.

For we sat and hear, its cello's dance,

To bear and dream, the symphonies trance.