"Song Tune" speaks to our very existence. The song of life is comprised of every sound, every noise occurring at any given time: The sound of an ABomb going off, a whale's song, the pecking of chick wishing to un-egg, the trill of an opera's high notes, its low, wind in the trees, talking or whispering by you and me.
It is regulated by that thing we call,Time. When passed gone forever, at the moment fleeting, in the future time for you may not happen. Time as we know it in our lives is highly regulated by clocks and calendars, night and day, the seasons, even our each breath ticks our hand of time.
So what do we have personal to ourselves? I suggest own own, Tune, this tune must be created by us individually to represent ourselves, our thoughts, our desires, our aspirations, our hopes. The following poem, Song Tune, speaks to these thoughts.
The song of life,
The song of life is played
In the key of time.
Seconds tick minutes into hours for days to find
As weeks couple bearing months that years combine
Into passing decades etched forever on the mind.
Friends, in chorus, help harmonize the melody divine.
But the tune,
The tune is ours
The tune is ours alone,
But the tune is ours, ours, all alone to find.