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Calm as the colors of the dawn
Cool as the crisp of autumn's touch
She sweeps through the trees-
Even the stars gaze in wonder
As she dances to a song left unsung.
In the air, in the fields-
Birds and beasts stop to listen
As she whispers
Whispers of a wrinkled page in the book of Time.

On through the city streets
Her aimless waltz carries her
Past a forgotten forlorn house-
As Time is knocking on the door
She tiptoes to an open window
And beckons to one little boy-
In the dark, he strains to hear
As she whispers
Whispers of coming summer days.

Into the park her endless dance leads
A choir sings, songs of life and love
Voices rising as the sun-
All of nature pauses to listen
To the melodies soft and sweet.
In their wake, she carries on-
Yet none will turn their ears to hear 
As she whispers
Whispers of a jaded heart as Time slips away.