#30 Suns and Moons Exchange
When tiny, waking sweet from sleep,
the sunlight coursing, rich with dew,
how solemnly the moments creep,
how each clock's tick brings ages new.
Each glimpse of color bursts with tales,
each spoken word, each game, each smile,
resounding on eternal sails
as seconds seep by, turtle-style.
Yet, after suns and moons exchange
a hundred thousand greeting calls,
tasks, by the hundreds, I arrange,
yet hours pass like waterfalls.