The Carousel Comes Around

The bamboo flute filled the air with a tune
that felt so divine it'd make you swoon.

Crys of joy from children in the line
waiting for their turn to see the skyline.

The flume from the ocean would kiss their feet,
would tease them gently, and then would retreat.

The operator man- He's a fun guy.
He'd put them in their seats and send them sky high.

The twins in the line, they very well knew
that they had to wait for their turn too.

So came their turn to ride the magic wheel.
It was gloriously colourful and made of steel.

He put them in their seats and strapped them in,
and they waited impatiently for the fun to begin.

They looked at each other and screamed in joy
as the carousel went around like a magnificent toy.

It was time, their ride was almost over.
The carousel started moving much slower.

The Sun kissed the sea and started to sink.
It went lower and lower with every blink.

The kids went away and ended their play.
The Sun went away and so He called it a day.

Not everyone got their turn that night,
as only some get to ride the carousel's height.

But the world goes around as it always does
and so does the carousel to enchant us.

The carousel, it leaves an experience profound
and the carousel tomorrow will go around.
The carousel always.. It always comes around.

-Arwin Arni