Feel the Breeze
Sway the trees
I can hear my heartbeat,
It pulsates through my veins,
Like a clock, tick tock
Increases when it strains.
It’s like the tide, the moon and the stars,
There’s regularity,
It keeps me moving from room to room,
And allows me to see
The beauty that surrounds me,
The dancing detail too,
Feel the breeze swaying the trees,
And watch the endless queue.
Of clouds as they accumulate,
Then open like a flower,
The green, green grass drinking up,
This early springtime shower.
Natural nuances nudge me,
To seek some smooth solace,
The results affect my rhythm,
That moves the human race.
Birds that fly in the sky,
Flora and fauna too,
Move in time to a rhyme,
As the young make their debut.
There’s a specific pattern,
We all move to the beat,
To the pulse moves through our veins,
My head was down to my feet.
Nights are getting shorter,
and much to my delight,
The sun shines in the morning,
streaming in the light.
©
David Rudder
2022
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