An orchestra such a lovely call
from birds to bees above it all
butterfly kisses with gentle touch
harshness doesn't profit us much

still her music are like strings of gold
as the angel strums her harp
joined by beating drum I hold
the beating of my heart

A baby cries a wildcat howls
and the mooing of sacred cows
A shrill of a predator kill
this is our mother will

so with her music let us know
to not be so quick to judge
a soothing sound of her crown
the beauty of her wedding gown

the instruments playing in the band
the moans of a woman with her man
the sound of a cricket or a hog in stall
She the one who created it all
© J.P Belt