My Special Flute

The Flute came
From the wooden forest

I cannot read the
Word but I understand
Its language.

The whittled wood whistles like the wind
It’s a beautiful brown
Colour that reminds me of
Delectable chocolate
Treats I sampled in
Switzerland.

The knotted wood
Looks like the knuckles of
Someone who made it. The lovely
Notes of its song, make their
Way out of a hole that’s the same shape of
My smile on a sunny day.

Just like my memories
Of my visit to Slovenia
Which felt like it was my home.