Clockwise

    The music was heard in the sunrise. The drums from the ocean and the guitar from the new light. The bass from the sand, and the keys from the night. There was something missing, something was plain. The first star was born, and through the valley the words were faint. Soon there were two stars. then four, and soon after that there were eight. With the new stars the words from the valley began to get stronger, brighter, and fuller. It became obvious that with new stars came new skills, skills that once seemed so hard to achieve, skills what were never before heard. With each new skill came trust, not any trust, self trust. The voice through the valley that once started out so fain was growing into a courageous new talent that once seemed to not exist. When the words reached the shoreline they were o'so strong. The ocean, the light, the sand, and the wind stopped in aw, and there was no sound only that from the valley. The valley now had come so far and was starting to get hotter. The ocean began to play with the new valley heat. The light, and the sand soon started to repeat, there was a new born beat. The night began to play, the music then sounded o' so deep. The days of being incomplete were finally over.... overeasy.