If you're ever wondering, what's next
just take a pause and check.
Check the sounds you hear from the inner drum;
a fine tune.
Tune the letters with precision of pronunciations
like a cymbals vibrant center.
Center-Self as firm as a solid beat; particularly found in the folds of trees.
Trees with a song to sing to nature; moving
with colors filled in separate of the blues shifting.
Shifting blue absorption
in and out filtration.
Out, filtration seeking new vibrations; to generate
breath in and out for your souls rejuvenation.
Rejuvenation to liberate for the steps in formation.
In formation, a liberating blooms self-determination.
Self-determination rise,
rise to the sky.
The sky whistles for the love of your rhythm.
Your rhythm summons us all to rise.
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