Who would have ever thought to make an ending grand,
By using the unfamiliar streamed across the land,
Surprise the group with a start, and curiosity was born,
This is the first time I’d ever heard the great alpenhorn.
My eyes jumped back to the screen that I absently streamed,
My curiosity peaked, awoke from a dream.
What was that noise out of blue that just occurred?
I could not picture of what I just heard.
She offers the answer with smile and with giggle,
Sorry to startle or make you wiggle.
She reveals as she tells of the sound heard as cue,
I thought I would just try something new.
As a startle does go it took me a minute,
But the more often I heard the more often I wished it,
To wait for the signal that the crew would assemble,
After taking time to create something fantastic and nimble.
She calls us back to discuss, support, learn, and grow,
With the now gentle sound of the alps and the snow,
The first time I heard it, my heart was aflutter,
But now I would accept nothing else and no other.
It has become symbolic of rest and time for myself,
It is the sign that today I tried if nothing else,
Becoming familiar and warm and specially borne,
I have come to adore this great alpenhorn.
I will for lifelong cherish for what that sound stands,
A moment of life I take back from this dry weary land.