**** I accidentally deleted the poem, so now, I quickly wrote another one that is hopefully better.
Sounds What really are they? Are they just different noises? Or are they something more?
Sounds are beautiful Like a bird chirping as the sun rises up Or when the wind softly blows across the sky As if the Earth was singing
Sounds are expressive Like a loud crash when a plate breaks Or the sound of music playing As if the notes themselves were dancing
Our ears are the key to sound Maybe it’s just noise Or maybe it’s something more All we can do is just listen