Look at that beautiful flower
So full of life
The pedals are gracefully surrounding the middle
The stem is oh so tall
The flower swaying back and forth
To the beat of the drum
Then someone sings
" it's bound to happen. It's bound to overcome your soul. The rhythm moves through your bones. Smile child. I said smile child. Your gonna grow up to be big and strong. Like that flower over there."
The beat of the drum is part taking every creature on this Earth.
Lizards and frogs and mammoths come out of hiding to see the magnificent sound of the beating of the drum.
All humanity is coming together holding hands to listen to this significant sound.
All holiness is bound.
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PuisiIf you have dream, reach for it If you have the chance, take it You only live one life Make it happen. Singer/Songwriter Author 9th grader Disclaimer: I write wicked poems about death and killing. I am not crazy I just think crazy. (That probably...
