A willow billows near the stream,
leaves shimmering in my child-like dream.
The bullfrog orchestrates his choir
with the sun as his audience, a brilliant admirer.
The legs of the cricket are a spindly staccato
as the water now rushes with a dancing vibrato.
The spotlight now comes from a pale moon's crescent,
but the night is only just pubescent.
The dusky rhythm brings the creek to life
erasing all memories of day's earlier strife.
So dance, sweet water, embrace the breeze.
Then exhale at once slowly with the drifting leaves.
The title reminds me of the Arthur theme song... You gotta listen to your heart, listen to the beat, listen to the rhythm, rhythm of the beat. It's a simple question that comes from the heart, to believe (to believe) in yourself, thats the way to start. AND I SAID HEY, WHAT A WONDERFUL KIND/TIME OF DAY.
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