Psychosynthesizer

A ten tonne boulder come crashes

Striking havoc, sounding the alarms

What sight, this child hushes…

Breaking loose, boundaries qualms

Part the soul with all evil mashes

And followed by harp strums

Echoing into silence it soothes;

Vague the view in these realms

As appositely blissfulness gushes

Surroundings transmute these palms

Greenish in serene pastures clinches,

Nightingale’s adored songs’ harms

Any form of abominable dark forces,

A barrier shielding treasured chums

A guiding light synthesizing reaches

The stone core melting it, it warms.