The Rhythmic Beat of my Heart

The wind rippled the tall grass,
On the beach side.
As the waves on the horizon swayed-
To the rhythmic beat of my heart.
The bud blooms in early morning,
From the intoxicating dew-
The rhythmic heart beats
Faster than the second hand.
In the Ambrose of morning
The second hand cuts the bloom-
Thinking and not caring of the bloom,
But of the time.