Gentle Measure - BeeWaee
Soft clocks, quiet hands
Morning moves in gentle bands
Time unfolds, not rushed, not slow
Steady hearts already know
Steps align, the air is kind
Each motion falls in peaceful time
No counting, no demand
Just rhythm shaped by steady hands
Gentle measure, calm and clear
Music guides what I hold dear
Moments breathe, the hours stay
I work within the soft ballet
Notes and numbers softly blend
Tasks begin and never end
Still I move with ease and care
Precision hums within the air
No ticking loud, no pressure sound
Yet balance circles all around
The world keeps pace, serene and true
And every beat feels earned anew
When day grows dim and lights appear
My rhythm stays still close and near
Gentle measure, quiet tone
And in the calm, I'm not alone