Watching eyes,
With listening ears, in near.
Shadows dance.

Seeing through the shadows gray,
The sounds rise,
Calling of approaching day,
Paper Sun truck is rolling,
The bad news,
A dark night of bell tolling,
Smiling boxes are spewing,
The details,
All morning eyes are viewing.

Air too warm,
Mist are off rolling, strolling,
Sunbeams slice.