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The Meeting

April 8, 2014
By Anonymous

The KING steps down from his throne

It was
Beautiful



TIME even stopped to stare




The SUN awoke to watch





The FLOWERS took notice ,bloomed their best shades













The BIRDS took notice and stopped singing















As if to listen to a secret














That was not meant for their ears

























The CLOUDS and the SUN worked together- as ONE







To create their finest










most colorful piece









that they had ever created
it was composed of brilliant REDS and PURPLES












and colors only seen for this occasion









were introduced to the world below
all
for The KING



PIANOS and VIOLINS





With noone to play them
Started playing
It was a primal instinct inside them that told them to










The instinct brought them back to their beginning


and reminded them








Why music was created: For this moment








This was why they were created
The greatest sonatas and most moving dances








Were merely practice for the first true performance











They created a wondrous MELODYS













Creating harmonious SOUNDS never heard
or thought of
by HUMANS
The instinct was infectious, reviving even the most basic of instruments
DRUMS
HORNS
WHISITLES








PLAY in harmony and rhythms



















That no human could have imagined
because no other occasion
has been so appropriate
and

No one notices
Only the people that the concert is intended for
















The EARTH and the MOON













Danced














For the first time


















That was appropriate













They glided,















twirled gracefully across space

















dancing lightly



















to the music of the heavenly bodies















doing similarly
















they danced as if they could


















rearrange the stars and galaxies













the divine couple was determined to









they danced through the universe





















gliding past










bright













vivid VENUS














out in to a new






















exciting



















uncharted territory





























The GUNS and SWORDS


















Have lost













There is no REBEL to fire






















or use them


The author's comments:
The day I wrote this the weather was beautiful, but so strange. It was pouring rain, but the sun was out.It had a weird effect on my window that made it look like the sun was falling on my window.This inspired me to write this.

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