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.