In the cold and quiet dawn
And the earthen dapples of the fawn
Is the early morning songbird’s call
And the hidden breezes of the fall
Someone, somewhere, begins a song
That is heard, and loved, by someone small.
In the still and sullen noon
Sleep has come, none too soon
Among the busy evening sound
Resides the lesson I have found
You never have to wait too long
For peace to make its final round.
All the night is fast asleep
Within a slumber more than deep
Now the silence is broken by sound
A piercing song someone found
Someone small, and kind, and sweet
Someone who is mine to keep
As I make my final round.
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