A Trumpet’s Song

A silver song
Blasting strong
Fills the room,
Each note a fresh bloom.

When the crowds applaud
A golden award
Is bestowed upon,
The trumpet.

Near and far,
Wherever you are,
You will hear its call
Bouncing off every wall.

Softer than silk,
Tone fresh as milk,
Enemies admit defeat
Knowing the trumpet to be elite.

Birds will sing,
Bells will ding,
But the call
of the trumpet will ring.