The Eternal Teacher

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Your percussion becomes a domed playground,

And I'm swept by the cacophony of your sound.

The cry of the violins moves me to tears,

And you soothe my fears through all the years.

I hear my mom's tears through the cello,

But you chime with sincerity in a sung hello.

The struggles of the past pour out through the sax,

But it gives me the willingness I need to relax.

The roar of the trumpet straightens out my shoulders,

And I learn through your sounds how to be bolder.

My voice moves mountains because of you,

And I realize there's nothing that I can't do.

Music, in your sweet symphonies,

You banish all of my hostilities.

Thank you for your everlasting call,

With you, I'm capable of it all.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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