As anger mounts and the battles wage,
The wild beast breaks out from its dusty cage,
All hell breaks loose and anxiety prevails,
Like zephyrs growing into tumultuous gales.
We look to the skies with wonder and ease,
As rainbows appear and tempests cease.
Beauty arrives to soften the blow,
As Mother Nature puts on her show.
Music and nature go arm and arm,
As interludes enter with a heroic charm.
They flavor the music with a calming spice,
As anxiety searches for a quiet paradise.
Behold, room to breathe is in the air,
As a quiet repose and a harmonious flair.
Music is a wild beast,
And interludes are the required tamers.