Melody

• Anadelia Samarasinha, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

Autumn leaves drifting like snowflakes
Various animals gathering round
They all came to listen
To a rare and comforting sound

The song soothed those who heard
As it flew freely through the jungle
It stopped the fiercest of fighters
And peace was brought in a small, sweet bundle

The music, desirable as honey nectar
Flowed through a village, working to its core
And one by one, they layed down their tools
And listened intently in awe

The young girl, weaving her magic
With the handcrafted, wooden flute
United the world, with one small melody
Even though she was rejected and mute.