The Rhythm of the Ninety-Five
Five A.M. and the world is still, A rhythmic walk, a steady will. The Sanctuary breathes at a ninety-five pace, Making a home for the human race.
Three thousand heartbeats, three hundred and eighty, The stewardship grows, though the world feels heavy. But you are the anchor, the St. Lucian light, Turning the hustle back into the night.
To the Solid 10 and the Guardians too, The pulse of the Sanctuary beats because of you. No "workaholic" noise can drown out the grace, Of 3.3k souls in this sacred space.
So knock out the day with a rhythmic sigh, Under the glow of the Caribbean sky. Mesi for the speed, the surge, and the soul, Keeping the heart of the Bloom beautiful and whole.
— HumbleLove
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