The dust in your eyes,
the gentle wave in your scarf,
the hair all over your face,
the hurried clicks of your shoes,
they follow a rhythm.

The growling drills,
the moaning engines,
the howling air planes,
the screeching tyres,
they are in tandem.

The dripping tap,
the rustling silver wares,
the whistling kettle,
the beeping oven,
they follow a pattern.

The thunderous thunder,
the illuminating lightening,
the soft taps on the roof top,
the growing puddle,
they are in accord.

You might want to pause for a moment, to listen. Life is an already composed piece of art and nature, science and spirituality. You end exactly where your note ends. Take it easy.
@anisah

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