How the beats every second, every minute.

You never feel her,

And if you do it causes alarm.

No her soft melody and work is never heard.

For so long she works in silence,

And in the peaceful and soft moments,

Through the greatest join and deepest pain,

She awakens.

I hear her,

Feel her gentle presence,

And in her, small, great battles are won.

l know nothing greater than her.

A gentle hand reaches,

And I rest my hand on my chest and reach back.

In flow, in flux,

There the sits, there the works.

So gentle, so strong,

So beautiful,

My little heart.