True Tones (…from “1001 Very Short Fairytales”, Story #504) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the mountains
There was a song
That was ever so free,
It had no meter
Just a sweet melody;

And it was heard
Through the forest
Each time
A new day came,
It was always
Trolling beautifully
And never the same.

But one time
Wind of destruction
Destroyed most
Of the tones,
And improvised up
Phony ones to put
In there instead;

And from generations
Through generations
The tune has been remembered
By name,
But the true tones
Still lie hidden
In the oblivion flame.