Rhythm
Morn's rhythm band orchestrated
Those sounds combined by whom
Perfect harmony echoes softly
In a fog drenched wet doom
The music lifts a spirit entombed
Sets it high up above
Listen to the roosters' chorus
Cooing of a mourning dove
Fancy, fancy, fancy sing-song
Of a Mockingbird's beek
Cheer-up, cheer-up song birds tune sweet
But stillness in the seeks
An answer to life's heavy questions
Why does man others hurt
Putting down our fellowman
Quick in passing and curt
Unfinished
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