Summer at six am
White crystal corridor
Wrapped in clear web
The mornings ray held fast
The spider unfed
This world, of the early shift
Who drink the morning’s breath?
While snails lay down a stardust trail
And foxes seek their bed
While man sleeps and dreams
Another world unfolds
Of tiny dew soaked footprints
Then the world explodes
To the break of gliding hare
Through the green and bending grass
Sending out a mighty galaxy
Of diamonds from his path
A moment then the silence comes
And this world returns to calm
Just a tattered crystal corridor
And a faint distant alarm
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