With every waking moment,
Every tiny movement,
Even the smallest of mice,
There is a beat that rings out louder than any drum you can beat,
It hides in the shadows,
It glows under the sun,
Keeping a warmth that spills out over every ocean,
Every field,
It reaches over the trees,
Under the stars,
Beneath our feet,
It fills our cups,
Our mouths,
Our bowls,
Without it’s warmth we would grow cold,
Alone,
Scared,
It’s only a fact of life and every perception points towards it’s necessity in this world,
Some people try to shun it,
But it will always show up again,
Showing it’s many different colors,
In hopes,
To one day,
Find it’s love again.
About the Creator
Rambler's Society
Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
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