The Days They Fly
Hark! The sun it rises
But the mourning dove cries
As morning it dies
Lo, high sun's rise
Hearken! Noontide arrives
But soon the meadowlark sings
And takes to its wings
West, as evening bell rings
Hark! The night the moon illumines
Now hear raven's crow
Those that tarry below
Now midnight you know
Hearken! Morning approaches
Heron's white wings flows
As the seed of dawn grows
No longer caught in dark throes
poem by T.A. Rosenbaum
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1 Pamela Lutwyche said on 13 September 2020: |
| My how time does fly. It goes so fast, nothing lasts forever |