The Lore of the Corinthian Bells

The Corinthian bells tintinnabulate,

And sing to the beat of the balmy summer breeze.

Nature’s soft calling, as one could call it,

A pause, a smile - enough to appease.

The chimes disobey and dance arbitrarily,

Yet yield the warmest melody.

Forever adapting to the tempo of the wind,

To the seasons and their hues,

To the storms and their blues.

Carrying through all imperfections,

Oh dear Corinthian,

An embodiment of resilience, such a regal muse.