To a son it is given

Some dusty strings from the wall

Fingers touch and he plays a tune

It's a mighty air

You know the heart is there



It hides from the outside

And it shines from within



A ready pen for a picture

Fine scribes lead the way

Focus lens direct eyes that see

The gifted hands

Through timeless sands



It hides from the outside

And it shines from within



When nature takes you for a stroll

Down an avenue with so much soul

Pleasure, gifts and the ornaments

The creation found 'in the moving cloud'



It hides from the outside

And it shines from within



The kind that keep holding on

And it shines within

Second nature