The Power Of Music

It was the night of the flood,

Lying on the ground was human blood,

And everywhere there was grief and strife,

Due to the loss of life,

Or a curse, to be different from others

in this universe.

Everywhere there was fear,

It was a sad atmosphere.

All they thought was of death,

Due to Mother Nature's wrath.

But for some people, there was a light,

And against despair did they fight.

They believed that it would end,

And the broken things would mend.

I was like the former,

Who did not make the world warmer.

Until I saw a viola!

A viola! A viola!

Lying on the muddy wet ground,

Into the water had it drowned.

But I picked it up and began to play,

And all the despair ran away.

Hope was finally seen by me,

And into the musical world did I flee!

I hardly noticed the water beside

As I enjoyed the viola's musical ride!