The tender breeze whispering through the mellow branches,
The flowing crystal-clear water cascading over the falls,
The subtle bush fire burning till early dawn,
The prowess of buds emerging through the broken soil,
Not all noise, but a silent orchestra.
The hustling vehicles manoeuvrings through the past city streets,
The array of flashing lights from vibrant advertisements,
The shallow people only focused on building wealth,
The endless echoes of time ticking with every tock,
Not a silent orchestra, but a loud symphony.
The generous smile of your one true love,
The ringing of bells in your first marriage,
The innocent cry of your precious newborn,
The mourning weeps for your lost loved ones,
Not a loud symphony, but everlasting eternal music.
