Harping on an ancient lyre
The angel, yielding divine fire
Shrouds a slumbering Earth in song
Her rhapsody rings around, along
Notes billowing like claps of thunder
It really is a thing of wonder
To be pacified by those soothing sounds
That calm the Earth from sky to ground
Her majestic music kisses my cheek
Causes a fluttering in my spirit meek
In her care I am a child
To music dancing, going wild