A song is its max
Though it’s creation needs no fax
Used for many purposes
Neither for play or to be used as poses
Big or small in structure
But contributes much as is it’s nature
Describing nature or in any other lung
But it is to be read or to be sung
You can’t avoid it when it is seen
Whether painted blue, white or green
Anything can be written about
Even a song of “pout”
A song or a hymn or rhyme
Sung or read out at many a time
They have their own meaning
Even though easy and assuming
But the work behind the lines are
Too hard to comprehend near or far
The story portrayed in our minds
Among other human kinds
Let me mean something to each
And let this verse neither teach nor preach