The wind does blow across
Chimed bells,
Each plays to the wind
Taking it in as if inhaling
Notes,
Harmony,
Melody
Exhaled with each that dances
With the breeze, that graces upon
Each chime,
Like a stream it surrounds
Travels in-between,
Metal,
Bamboo,
High
Above to capture each playful note,
They will dance to play tunes
For each other,
What is one with out the other, as music
Plays to itself and those around,
For when the wind ceases,
Then both will be still
Till the next time they touch each other.

You will experience
Many emotions,
Some may tease with
Thoughts
Of
Woe,
Others May lift you high
Before Letting go,
All life is emotion,
We just have to
Ride
Each
Through,
Till one day ends and other starts *anew.

be your best

Just unlike the rest

just to be your self

what the f

try my best

so why cant I be perfect