Sound
The sound of the rythm, the sound of each beat,
it calms my soul and makes me, "ME".
Limbs loose like pasta strings, and mind clear as a moonlit sky,
While my heart shimmers with a glittery shine.
The flow that a sound makes to create something special,
is something that is as precious as a flowers petal.
Sounds can create confusion, some sadness,
but, the best ones of all can bring anyone happiness!
The singing of the of the winds, oceans, and lands,
bring news to the world that a new day has began!
So time to Wake Up, to take in that next deep breath,
to go see the world, and create the life,
that was meant for you,
to figure out whats next!
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