The Concert Poem by Nichole Webb

A cacophany of thunder, wind, and birds,
Adissonant struggle to be heard,
The boom of the thunder,
Tearing the winds fragile voice asunder,
The birds wrestle against the fierce gale,
Trying to call to their loved ones, only to fail,
The wind grows bolder,
Drowning the birds cry for help,
Infuriated by the challenge of leadership,
The thunder adds a bit of a flash to his show,
The birds fearfully call louder,
Despite thier efforts the ony thing that has changed is the magnitude,
The fearsome batlle continues,

But wait! There is a new player in the game,
However he has no voice,
Thunder, wind, and the birds stop in wonder,
At this golden stranger,
The stranger spreads his golden rays like a barrier between the fighting sounds, dividing them,
All that is left are the pure notes once hidden in the fight,
The three working together,
The thunder diminishing,
The wind now little more than a gentle breeze,
And the birds voices slightly hovering above the rest,
The epic battle had been transform into a symphony of life,
And all it need was the arrival of the sun.