Time

And in this dark hour, I bid you welcom
for the bewitching hour draws near
i see the faint light, warming the horizon
hast me must make
for when that cursed light
breaks the shore of night
I will be no more

The warm glow starts its cycle
igniting the dawn of another day
dark gray fades, then burst into
the greens and blues of nature
a tweet bird sings his lonely song
then a symphony of birds sing to the sun
urging him higher to the sky
Red
slowly becomes golden yellow
and a wave of warmth and light
floods over the land
a single tear rolls
for the long years that where, and never will be
your face warms as the wave draws near
and as a gust of wind scatters ash
so you turn to dust, and return to the mother
Earth!