One beat... One flame... Bare feet on the sand... We gather... Footprints trail where the shoreline bends The tide hums low, the fire ascends Breeze in the palms, dusk on our skin The drums call out and we begin We circle close where the firelight glows A heartbeat felt where the shoreline flows The sun leans back, the stars lean in The rhythm pulses beneath our skin No names now just hands, just fire Just sound that lifts us higher Where ocean meets sand and day meets night The hands of rhythm meet drum in light A heartbeat rises, felt through the land A vibration pulsing across the sand Drum circle rising, sky turns gold Dancing stories the ancients told Circle wide, the stars align This is the moment, this is the sign Driftwood thrones and woven beads Laughter rolling on salt-soft breeze A circle grows as the daylight dies We move like waves beneath painted skies From scattered paths to fire’s hum We gather now hands of rhythm meet drum Can you feel it? The hush before the roar... The beat in your bones The sand at your core This is the place where stories blend Where rhythm begins and names end Who walks the shore? Circle We walk the shore! Who feeds the flame? Circle We feed the flame! Who owns the beat? Circle No one name! We are the circle we are the same! Where ocean meets sand and day meets night The hands of rhythm meet drum in light A heartbeat rises, felt through the land A vibration pulsing across the sand Drum circle rising, sky turns gold Dancing stories the ancients told Circle wide, the stars align This is the moment... This is the sign One breath... One beat... One fire... Complete.
