Morning flung the stone

Put the stars to flight

It kissed goodbye to the night

Betty rose early bright as a spark

Hearing the birds pull worms apart

Thomas awoke, bouncing from bed

Saw the bashful dawn, the last blush of red

A swish and a swirl leaves fluttered the earth

Who knows when the wind rose

Betty wandered the meadow watching calves play

Stoking the calf born yesterday

Thomas scampered under trees grown tall

To climb so high trying not to fall

A swish and a swirl leaves fluttered the earth

Who knows where the wind blows

Betty sings to herself gathering flowers

Thomas chases rabbits wasting the hours

Morning light beam over streams

Waterfalls tumble flash in its glow

Who knows what the wind sows

Betty is useful at making things nice

Darns like a seamstress bakes apple pies

Shoos all the mice picks out the lice

Thomas is strong rides ponies that buck

He hopes one day he might be in luck

A swish and a swirl leaves fluttered the earth

Now the wind hurries and strongly blows

The day  turns to the night without a fight

The sun kisses the moon lights up the room

Sprinkles of stars sail into sight

No birds sing, the earth is quite

All tucked up for another night

Betty stood and stared the sky was lit

Blackness with stars all over it

She looks out she knew not why

Without a wish without a will

Everything was just so still

Only the wind knows where it goes

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