It rises onto the skies

Falls deep into hell

Lingers on the surface a lot

And then again it rises

(Or does it fall once more)

Only to stop midway

Somewhere between the skies and earth

Where no good can ever may

Floating above the depths

Shrieking amidst the grey

A thunder of loudness bolts

And stops before you can face

And again it begins the ascent

(Or is it a decline, Oh pray)

To only fall back 

Somewhere in the interlude

Lost in the hush of surround

Only to begin a whisper

And soon into a sound

Like a baby it grows

Evolving into this mammal

As it guides it successor to pinnacles

It never could surmount

But you do not know that

You may never guess

For a symphony contains a million shouts

But only one that gets the applause.