Whispers on the Wind

The flute, a wondrous instrument,

Whose notes can make our hearts ascent,

Its breathy tones and melodies,

Can lift us up with graceful ease.

With gentle breath and finger's touch,

The flute can weave a spell as such,

That listeners are transported far,

To places near or worlds bizarre.

Its wooden body, slender and light,

Seems to shimmer in the dimmest of light,

And when its notes begin to soar,

It fills the air with something more.

The music flows from player's lips,

As sweet as honey or a first kiss,

And listeners are swept away,

In a symphony that seems to play.

The flute's song is full of emotion,

It can bring joy, it can bring devotion,

It can make us weep with longing,

Or fill us up with courage strong.

The melodies that the flute can create,

Are full of wonder and love, and great,

And they can stir the soul's deepest parts,

With rhythms that can lift our hearts.

So listen well to the flute's refrain,

For it can take you on a journey to gain,

A world of beauty and inspiration,

That fills the heart with sweet elation.

Oh, flute, sweet flute, how we adore,

The music you make forevermore,

And we shall listen to your call,

And be enchanted by your sweet thrall.