The Collective: The Wind Chime
The wind will blow a trifle,
It will vibrantly chime and tinker
The wind will fall in a slumber,
It will collect a thousand zither
Amassing a wonder of ripples
To invigorate any weather
The gale will arrive and beat,
But it will croon much louder
It will winnow at our feet,
But it will strike more suppler
Oh, never retire for the home you sit
And shall they decide you a keeper
Lovely is the wind chimes' chore
Motionless—an enigmatic machine
That can amplify the vibrations in store
A lush of blare for the lack of sheen
As it prances but never tire and wore
A wonder it is what your melody could mean
Strike, you will hear. Strife, you will
Stifle not the melody nil
poem by Norman Santos
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