Play thy harp, play
The secret ministry cometh
To bare the branches of avian chirp
The beam golden
Clothe magical
While the joy thatch the day
Quietly shall hang
The silent gaze
Stretching far and wide
Sweetness envelops
From ear to ear
Charm cometh fulfilling the day
The tuft of space
Crawl the touch
To my childish play
Play thy music soft
Chattering and tweeting
Whistling panorama of life
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