It Could Be

There is music coming from the meadow
It sounds like an echo at first
As you move closer it starts to change
You can hear so many different things
The wail of a siren
The howl of the wind
The roll of thunder
A plucky banjo
A dancing flute
A low brass tuba
Now you can almost see the sound
Of angels crying
Of children playing
Of songbirds soaring
In your ears
In your eyes
In your heart
The music of possibility, light, and hope
And You Can Sing Along