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Sound

Sound
 
Sounds that are near.
Those far away from here
are sounds that we may not hear.
Music is made of sound,
the relaxing effect it has.
A variety of genres, my favorite is jazz.
Can I listen once more, please?
The sound of a warm breeze.
Those who are sick
whisper softly with a wheeze.
The sound that a baby makes
the first time it cries.
A mosquito passes by,
buzzing when it flies.
The sound of light rain
falling from the sky.
Waves make sound
when they lap the shore.
What's this sound mean?
What's that sound for?
A woodpecker makes sound
when it pecks wood with its beak.
The sound of each syllable
that make up the words we speak.
Sound is made of vibrations.
Pitches, high and low.
Whether we can hear it or not,
sound is always there.
Sound is everywhere,
no matter where we are
or where it is we go.
 
-Sedic J. Huxwell-
Written by Sedic_J_Huxwell (Sedic J. Huxwell)
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Author's Note
I wrote a poem about color which you see everyday and figured that I should probably write one about sound which you hear everyday.
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