Pulse

Heartbeat

I can hear my heartbeat,
It pulsates through my veins,
Like a clock tick tock tick tock,
Increases when it strains.

It’s like the tide, the moon and stars,
There’s regularity,
It keeps me moving 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 autumn shower.

I’m nudged by natures nuances,
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 certain pattern,
We all move to the beat,
To the pulse moves through our veins,
My head down to my feet.

Nights are getting longer,
Though much to my delight,
The sun shines in the morning,
Streaming in the light.

©

David Rudder
6th April 2020

Thanks for reading. Original watercolour Jan Whittaker 1982.