#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 ~.~.~