The sun is up.
And time is woke.
All the busy flurry floating,
All the hurry, headied hosts,
All the sky and Earth and travels,
All the thoughts through head that go,
Every patient, perfect person,
Every war and cruel joke,
Every laugh and feeling smile,
Every dream and distant hope,
All are covered in your shadow-
Science Mother, thinking most.
-c. c. Condry