It has charms to soothe a savage breast,
Comforting the hurt and anguish of life,
A pillow on which to rest a troubled head,
Oil on troubled waters.
It knows of rage,
It tells of violence and anger,
Portraying fear and hate,
A disturbance felt deep inside.
Harmony, tranquility, peace,
Serene and true.
Flights of fancy carrying us aloft.
And with all of this, a gift is given,
A wondrous insight that touches our soul,
For all of the many emotions it conveys,
The greatest of these is love.