The Cohort
By Rob •
It is a cacophony, a sound like never before.
I can feel it in my chest out to the very tips of my fingers.
A great cohort in chorus.
I can not make a move.
To men it heralds work; and then signals soldiers to war.
It is not before me, yet it is in plain sight, mindful of my thoughts.
A great cohort in chorus.
Long may my courage hold.
Its life endless, it is as none; not even time can tell.
Both light and dark, cold and warm, secret, yet known to each and everyone.
A great cohort in chorus.
Hear them sing to us all.