One Rhythm
One Rhythm
As I wake up one morning
I notice a bountiful living
Whoosh…Whoosh…the cold wind blows
And the misty sky drizzles with tiny dews
Then everything moves in one rhythm.
The trees are gracefully swaying
Those playful leaves start waving
The crickets are noisily squeaking
Even the birds on their nest join by chirping
Then everything moves in one rhythm.
The water’s excitedly plunging
With its big waves continue rushing
The sea creatures are happily bathing
All begin with a grand merrymaking
Then everything moves in one rhythm.
His creations are truly great
With one rhythm like music in a certain beat
That rhythm is a command and must do the solid treat
To use His delightful gifts with ample care
For us to have a better place
Then all move in one rhythm.
Copyright © Veronica Nicolas | Year Posted 2018
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