Singing

Singing, oh singing, how sweet thy sound,

A symphony of joy that knows no bound.

A melody that touches the heart,

And lifts the spirit to a higher art.

From the crooning of a lullaby,

To the soaring of an anthem high,

Singing carries our emotions along,

A language of the soul, pure and strong.

The harmony of voices in tune,

A chorus that illuminates the moon,

The rhythm that moves our feet,

And fills our hearts with beats so sweet.

Singing, oh singing, a gift divine,

A treasure that every soul should find,

For in its notes we find our peace,

And in its cadence, our worries cease.

So let us raise our voices high,

And let the music touch the sky,

For singing is a joyous thing,

And in its melody, our hearts can sing.