She sang about the sunrise
As with the light she played
Moving it in circles
Exposing all the shade
The morning birds gave chorus
As if to fill a void
As she slowly weave her magic
As with the day she toyed
No one seemed to notice
That she was in command
As the hour glass in its motion
Sifted through her hands
Then with work completed
She simply slipped away
To find a new horizon
And start another day
PTT
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