A Renewal

The sound of the wooden flute

it's as if I'm listening to the song of the warbler

those that visit at sunset

bringing rest and relaxation to the weary

Their song resting on a bed

of an ever present drone

of the didjeridoo

comforts and quiets me

There, the stick

beating on a block of wood

I feel as if there are

droplets of dew

falling from leaves from a tree above me

into a pool of water at my feet

It's as if the water of life

my life

is returning home

As the shamisens strings come alive

I see a field of wildflowers

they wave gently in the breeze

that is brought forth from its music

Peace is mine

Happiness abounds

My spirit is renewed