Rhythm

From the marigold sunrise
To the rosy red sunset
From the hanging dew drops on leaf tips
To the hopping butterflies on daisies
Rhythm is in the air
It is in the breeze that sings
It is in the waves that rock
In every tap of the falling drizzle
In every cry of the cuckoo’s whistle
In the rows of sunflowers facing the sun
Or the herd of deer making a run
In the migratory birds flashing a V
Or the seagulls on a water spree
In the little ducklings queuing behind their mother
Or the adorable dolphins playing with each other
Even the happiness and sorrows come alternating
So when it’s the darkest, the dawn is surely approaching