Just A Little Poem I Made Out Of Boredom

The Day's Song

A cacophony of noise

Greets me as I enter.

The throb of my heart,

Becomes the tick of a metronome;

The sound of shoes hitting pavement,

Becomes the beat of a drum;

The sound of people's voices,

Becomes the screech of a violin;

The wind passing through the trees,

Becomes the scratch of a cello;

And the call of the morning birds,

Becomes a kirtan of flutes.

I greet the day,

With a smile on my face,

While the day's song,

Sings it's tune into my attentive ear.