I am the rhythm at night
I move swiftly like a bird on wings
I move in and out so quietly that you would never know
Some days I am blue pure blue as a blue bird
Other days I am green, green like a palm tree swaying tin the breeze
It all depends on the sky
I am the life of many and yet at the same time the death of many
I am so powerful that if any thing disturbs me
I will destroy
Things tumble beneath me as i move
closer and closer
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