Music

I have a friend named Melody, whimsical and free.

Yet I have a more solemn friend called Harmony.

There is a man named Rhythm, we kind of get along.

When all of us are together, we basically make a song.

If you were to join us in this musical parody,

You would need to help us create a symphony.

Our friendly dynamics strengthen this bond.

The tone of our conversations shows just how fond,

This little group of friends can be, no matter the time of day.

Would you like to make music? What do you say?

 

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

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