The Wind Singer

The Wind Singer's metal pipes blew,
And to all the people the song flew.
It chimed like a thousand flutes,
The melody heard by all humans, trees and roots.
The beautiful lullaby, a cry of peace,
The organ needed this kind of release.

So, anyway, I know this poem is very, very short, but I suck at poems and rhymes.
I wrote this after reading just the prolouge.

And, no, I don't own any of the books, and, yes, this is a disclaimer.