SINGING STEEL
Shining silver, blue or brown,
We see it in the world around.
We pay no mind, give it no thought,
Yet it contains a beauty that can't be bought.
It can be soft, and yet so strong,
For years and years, it lasts that long.
It holds a beauty new and rare,
Yet no one even seems to care.
For when it bends, it moans and groans,
And only a chosen few will know,
Just how that sound can make you feel,
The beautiful sound of Singing Steel.
Copyright ~ Dreambeliever 07.03.01
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