Windchime

Home I bought a windchime new,
Silvery metals hanging from a rosewood chip.
The best twas, I'v got a few.
With gentle breeze , chiming away with ease.
Sweet music major, minor and sharp,
From morning to noon until deep and dark.
Hey windchime, why do look so glee?
Are u unawares of the woe abt to hit thee.
With all the happy tunes u made and read,
Didn't u know u hang on the porch only by a thread.
The more u chime the more u sway,
Your death is just one giant wind away.