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beat the drum.
Let the beat rise.
bearing stories older than words.
Every blow is a heart rate.
ringing in the atmosphere,
contacting nearby folks,
Telling them they belong.
Beat the drum at sunrise.
to awaken the sleeping planet,
to contact the farmers,
To inform the hunters
the forest waits.
beat it in the dusk,
to respect the forefathers,
to honor the dance
where legs recollect
What memory overlooked?
The drum does not converse.
Still, it is understood.
It speaks of happiness,
it speaks of sadness,
It honors the changing seasons of life.
And when you beat the drum
for yourself,
It develops into valor.
a voice tells,
"I am here."
and my spirit also
will not be quieted.
