Do Re Mi Fa So 7

The violin floats up in the sky,As I sit upon it, soaring high.The sweet notes of music rain down,Transforming fields to blossoms of renown.A symbol of art and creativity,Unrestricted, free, full of diversity.Human imagination knows no bounds,Creating new worlds, new sights and sounds.The music inspires and ignites,Innovation that reaches new heights.A creation that lasts for an eternity,Or an idea that fades into obscurity.In the wilderness, I stand and stare,Gazing out to the distant air.Another time, another space,A seeker of knowledge, a curious face.The present and past merge as one,A quest for creativity never done.Exploring the world with inspiration,Fueled by artistic imagination.The falling notes, a sign of hope,Seeds of creativity we can sow.A force that brings beauty and change,A gift that the world can endlessly arrange.The violin floats in the air,A symbol of artistic flair.A reminder of the power of creativity,A force that can change the world's entirety.