RHYTHM OF THE WORLD

RHYTHM OF THE WORLD

I live in the work of black and white.

I walk into a pattern of sound,
More welcoming than my palace,
Leaving me priceless.

The Moon gives off light, when the sky begins to darken.

The stars pops and look like fireflies.

I hear the rushing rhythms of the earth, I hear the mighty music nature sings.

I hear the singing sonnets from the  trees, the violent verses of this world.

THE WORLD