SENTENCE - A FLUTE

I am a song

Weaving notes of music in the woods

I am the stream that runs like crowds of pearls

I scatter my self in the blue

I am the bird, which floats on wings

The spring is stirring in the garden

The summer scorching in the heart

I am the wayfarer, where should I go?

My sentence is flute

There is only wind in it but no meaning

But why is its voice so sweet,

I am that poor song that does not know-

~Seshendra~