Rhythm
The leaves sway
With the rhythm of Nature's
Hidden melodies,
As the wind sings.
The sea murmurs
In a blessed harmony,
Secret songs,
In an unknown language.
The birds call
Out with a trill
Loud whistles,
As they soar on high.
Ancient rhythms,
We take for granted,
While the rest of the world
Is an orchestra.
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