NaPo 04-19-2011

April 19
A lively beat fills the air.
The people look up from their crouched states.
Lavender ribbons on the doors,
it gets louder.
One looks on with curiosity.
It gets louder.
Music, the beat takes hold.
The people rise. A faint song is heard.
It approaches, they break into dance.
Overwhelmed by the tune, their hearts rise too.
The clouds fade.
The sun shines.
The music rings.
No more bad times.