Beat
For all the world to change,
The tides must sway and the sun must rise.
The chill must come and the night must fall.
Fore Autumn's Wind come Summer Clouds,
Beneath them stand the bustling crowds.
People- happy, violent, loud;
Speaking boldly, living proud.
Violence follows Autumn's warn,
The biting cold brings vivid scorn.
Tense and quiet, dusk and thrill,
Even brave men fear the rigid chill.
The Winter breaks, gives rise to Spring-
A glorious, soundless, faultless thing.
It's ever-pleasant, cheer and warm-
The Calm before the Summer's Storm.
So on and on, the song will go.
The pace will quicken, the words will slow.
But never quickly, never much.
A gentle hand may feather-touch.
To feel a pulse that is still there.
For all the world to change,
But a single sound must pass.