Five fingers make a hand
five toes form a foot,
one head drives an engine
forward.

Two eyes stare into yonder
where dreams grow wild and free.
A mouth forms words spoken
moving lips to express.

Limbs grow into arms and legs
in the center a heart beats.
a sound so sweet, a tempo.
the melody cannot be traced.

Unborn a baby rocks
unseen a child watches
an adult becomes.

Just because.

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