Panorama of Life

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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