A fitting analogy of Ann Made Music is that of a tree. This wasn't meant to turn into a poem but even when I'm not looking, it would seem that an involuntary rhyming muscle within my mind needs to be flexed and stretched every now and then! :D The  meter on the other hand....well all I can say is....that's jazz!

The seed was dropped deep in the earth many moons ago, needing only the courage of it’s own nature to inspire it to grow. 

And when that spark of Divinity ignited it's proliferation, this seedling, charged with desire for seeking, rippled quiet reverberations. 

It’s stem, slowly and steadily reaching up to the warmth of the sun, headed towards the earth’s surface to what it would become. 

As it pushed it's way up, it passed around all the stones and rocks it encountered and finally, piercing the ground, made it's secret life known to all it's surroundings. 

It's branches continued stretching up to the sky. It’s roots deeply planted underground, spreading far and wide, 

The trunk has grown solid and thick and there the music happily sits, within the leaves that have sustained it so far, la, la, la, la la, la la.