The watching clock
pinches each second,
holds a minute in
its hand...drops,
catching another.
pinches each second,
holds a minute in
its hand...drops,
catching another.
Snow gently falls,
frost gathering upon
the pane.
frost gathering upon
the pane.
As gulls
proclaim this
new morning,
the sun rose...
another golden flower!
proclaim this
new morning,
the sun rose...
another golden flower!