Do Re Mi Fa So 6

Amidst a field of green and gold,A young musician sat to play,Her cello in her arms to hold,As she closed her eyes to sway.The wind gently swept her skirt,As her fingers plucked the strings,The melody began to spurt,And floated on the breeze's wings.Her attention solely on the sound,She forgot the world around,In the power of music she found,An escape from worries that surround.As the notes fell on the earth,Bright flowers bloomed in the field,The connection between art and our dearth,Of beauty in life was now revealed.The power of human creativity,To change the world for the better,Inspiration and innovation can be,A sustainable or fleeting treasure.The white cloud behind her rose,A sign of her spirit's ascent,Her thoughts and soul in the music's throes,A spiritual journey was meant.For in the world of art and sound,A higher level of pleasure is found,Sensory and spiritual pleasure abound,In creation and appreciation that astound.Oh, young musician, play on,Let the world hear your swe