Half past four

 Half past four 


Half past four in early June

The birds are having breakfast

They chatter and they chirp  

And greet this day with courage. 


All is joy in early June

This morn a precious gift

While dew lies heavy

On the grateful grass. 


All so simple yet so complex

How this nature we take for granted

Weaves magic on a misty morning

The odds for this just too fantastic. 


We sleep so soundly in four foot beds 

That cling to earth than spins so proudly

Around a sun on a path that’s yearly

Through a Galaxy that’s moving swiftly. 


And yet despite this movement 

We are convinced of peace of place

Happily ignorant of our flight thro space 

Incurious as to how or where we travel. 


It’s five o clock and all is silent

The birds have made their early point 

We turn in beds just four foot wide

Three hours yet til we descend our side. 



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