In the quiet dawn of a new day,
Strings of violins begin to play,
Melodies float on the morning breeze,
Whispering secrets through the trees.
The piano’s keys, soft and bright,
Paints the sky with notes of light,
Every chord a heartfelt plea,
Echoing through eternity.
Drums beat like a heart so true,
Pulsing rhythms old and new,
Guiding feet to dance and sway,
In the symphony of life’s ballet.
Flutes sing of skies so blue,
Harps tell tales of love so true,
Each instrument, a voice unique,
Together, they create the peak.