Drum Set
Yes, it’s up to me
To zing like a bee.
On my tracks,
Travel the trends,
To carry the rhythm.
Behold how constant,
A shaken, stirred combatant.
Thundering explosions,
Or lulling rattling river,
Tatoo the soundscape with.
time, trembling and shiver.
Boom your primeval sound,
Erupt when a roar is bound.
Then try to take me,
Through the crescents and the meadows,
To a vibrating tranquility,
Tapping with cheer and fertility.
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