#307 To the rhythm
That runs the world without notice
The composer of every song and hum
The shy squeeze that contracts to release
Life and flowery red in the cheeks
To the rhythm in the endless wheel
That turns with every silent breath
A glory on its own, a bliss for every soul
A true story that doesn’t need to be told
The sound that beats without missing a beat
To echo in the chambers without a seat
For it doesn’t need an audience
Or a witness to its kingly moments
To shine in the wake of the dawn
Connecting all in a tapestry in every instance, redrawn.
To the rhythm
That runs the world without notice.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~




🙏 Beautiful words and image.