The Object - with audio

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There is an object
Spiraling through the heavens
Where it lands is unknown

Many eyes are upon it
Including those of the beholder's
From which it had flown

Troubling, that little thing
Wandering and rounding
So high up in the air

Going onward still
Only slightly beyond
The gravity of care

But the sun grows anxious
So to the clouds begin to brood

Winds grow lacerating and wanton
To effect a change of mood

Exuberant hearts calling 
Hands reach out in expectation

Of a hunger to be fulfilled
By the object's trajectory action

From the robin's loving call
To the Jay's so often shrill

Will there come a rainbow
To grace the harrowed hill

O'er the landscape of one below
By the object cast at will

The riddle remains unanswered
For capricious is destiny's will

Secret are the ingredients,
Of her sweet and sour,
Sugar coated pill.