The morning bell rings out across the land
As clear as crystal flowing through the stream
On glowing hills the sun has stretched his hand
The sleeping river wakes up from its dream.
In bed I stumble from the hills to you
And draw my eyes upon your line-less face
Where all is known but everything is new
Where one day lines of age will take their place.
But you are young and only three today
And time is gentle when it plays with you
Each rising sun that brings a brand new day
Gives growth and love and challenges anew.
A thousand thoughts at once they all occur,
But stop the moment that you start to stir.
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