The harp called soul
Is a tricky instrument to play.
Every change of mood
Requires new tuning.
From a chorus of joy
To a chord of mourning
In a heartbeat.
My favorite place to play
Is in the woods,
Where the harmony of nature
Is leading my hands,
No change of mood,
Only pleasure.
These tunes are joyful
Like the singing of birds,
The humming of bees,
The chirping of insects
The rustling of leaves
And the swaying of grass
In a summer breeze.
There are other places
Where I don't like to go
Where every note
Is hurt and pain
Crying and moaning.
I go there anyway
Because sometimes I think
My tune might make a change
I like to go to places
Where I find other instruments
Each one of them soulful
Playing an individual tune
When we play together
Each its own melody
Then my soul rejoices
In perfect harmony
