Mellifluous

Mellifluous, oh sweetest of sounds,

A melody so pure, it knows no bounds,

It flows like honey, and sings like a bird,

A symphony of sweetness, that's seldom heard.

It's in the rustle of leaves, and the babble of brooks,

In the chirp of crickets, and the laughter of rooks,

In the hum of the bees, and the buzz of the flies,

Mellifluous, it's the music of the skies.

Oh, how it soothes, and how it consoles,

Mellifluous, it heals the deepest of holes,

It touches the heart, and it touches the soul,

A balm of harmony, that makes us whole.

It's in the notes of the flute, and the strum of the harp,

In the beat of the drums, and the trill of the sharp,

Mellifluous, it's the language of the divine,

A symphony of sweetness, that makes us shine.

So, let us listen, to this honeyed song,

Mellifluous, it will never go wrong,

For it's the beauty, of harmony's art,

A melody of sweetness, that never shall depart.