Curved to smoothness, a wooden mess,
To a refined Mahogany soprano
Four strings held, tight on the neck
A Hawaiian soul tuned cheerful.
Great power it holds, the polished piece
All swoon at its voice and sight
Gives the beholder the might to please
And contentment to the listener.
A downward strum, against the wood
A cacophony bliss unveiled,
Let your subconscious indulge
In the trail of the divine theme.