Dawn* told a story,
I listened.
A story of a new found love,
Of the *Autumn leaves,
a story I received.
Dusk sang a song,
I sang along.
A song of sorrow,
Of the Spring rain,
a song I sang.
Midday performed a play,
I watched.
A play of worn out emotions,
Of the Summer days,
the emotion stays.
Midnight wrote a poem,
I slept.
A poem of nothing,
Of Winter winds,
nothing was written.