The top of the hill

They talk about life, they talk about love,
They talk about death, the what and the how.
They talk about hate, they talk about fate,
They talk about everything, at any rate.

They teach you to live, they teach you to be happy,
They teach you culture, they teach you to be preppy.
They teach you to read, they teach you to write,
They reach you what’s wrong, they teach you what’s right.

The visitor:

To the tune she danced, the rivers tree
The flute made her feel, high and free
The notes floated, swimming in the air,
Happily touching everyone, fair and square.

An unwilling listener that shepherd had the day,
Visible to no one, hiding in natures sway,
Impressed he listened, bound by the spell
The music made him feel, earth he should dwell.