If Singing Is What You Hear Poem by Peter S. Quinn

If singing is what you hear,
You have a lucky role,
As music is always near
And going into your soul.

Like birds, which are singing,
Sweet liking, in their tongue:
Growth in, they are bringing,
All the summer long.

If words, are what you speak:
You know books of knowledge,
And more you always seek,
To mature each learning edge.

For everything we know,
Is surly in books to be found,
It is the one way to go,
To build on a solid ground.

Together, music and words,
Is a one complete whole!
It's like the singing of birds:
A pleasure to every soul.