Beat the Drum Softly

Beat the drum softly, and beat it with heart, Lay down a rhythm that rises from soul; Small though indeed is the size of our part, That which it is, we can still play in full. Loud are the clashes that crash from the street, Ominous thunder that thrashes from storm; Myriad pacing of multitude feet, Let still not chaos be your inner form. What is the all but the sum of the small? Who knows what corner shall matter the most? Stand for a moment before you shall fall, Honored the watchman that stands at his post. Beat the drum softly, your rhythm shall stay Part of the universe winding its way.