Seven Minutes Till Tomorrow

Seven minutes till tomorrow
I sit under the tree of time
Listening to the birds
Quietly ticking above
Watching the squirrels
Busy scurrying below
Tracing the skyline
The white clouds floating by

But something isn’t right
It isn’t day; it’s night
So why does this odd time
Seem so bright in my mind
Well, is my sight alright?
It’s giving me a fright
The birds I see
The glee I feel
In watching squirrels feed

The world is upside down
Or maybe inside out
We work the day too hard
Now even night must pay
Time we borrow
Joy is sorrow
Seven minutes till tomorrow


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