Calling

Arise, the dawn is broken,
The sun’s new rays a token
As each bird’s call is spoken.
So now we greet the new day,
And seek to shape it our way,
To mould it as we might clay.
But yet still heed the calling,
Before the night is falling,
What will we find most galling?
As we now form our own fate,
There is none we may berate
When time unravels what we create….

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