Rhythm has a beat
You start, You move, You end, You repeat
Leaves fall, then the summer skies we greet
Then the snowy days leave us to the flowers we deplete
Rhythm goes around
As well as we go up we go down
The leaders we foun* and the towns that drown
The sun and moon that move around town
Rhythm will come back
It’s something hard to track
Some are as easy to see as a small plaque
Some are blind to the eye and may hit you with a whack
But it comes back just the same
*Foun: Rise up or establish
Brooklyn
Thank you for teaching me a new word! I would love an example of rhythm that is blind to the eye. I want to be prepared for that whack!
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