Rhythm in Harmony

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It was the hour of early morning…
A silence permeated…
broken occasionally by the ebb and flow of the river…

There on that stage…
Divided 3…birth, life and …transition…
Gathered the 4 energies…
Pulsating and vibrating in a rhythm so fine…
Serenaded by the colours seven…
Witnessed by the elements five…

On this stage paused the majestic horse…the Saturday born…
In reverence she acknowledged the great orb of light…
The peacock…a Friday born… stood mesmerized…
For once in awe of the play unfolding…
The Thursday born chameleon,
a guardian… caretaker of the orb…
Sat in divinity…for his first touch…
Was the hour so pure…so full of grace…
The sunday born bird…
all white and angelic in appearance…from the heavens descended…
Bringing the message…
Of seven and five…
Igniting the orb…
Merging and mingling in perfect harmony…

What is this play that unfolds so magically…whispered the reeds amongst themselves…?
Don’t you know…life replied quietly…
The orb of light…is the sum of them all…!
They revere that …which came from each other…
A light born out of rhythm in perfect balance and harmony…