The day begins, the sky stretched out,
The people quiet, the crows loud.
Every colour from red to blue
Is all I see out of my rear-view.

The sun is up, the world's awake,
Is the sky just a lake?
A single cloud is a whisper of
The start of summer being lay off.

The day is gone, the sun is down,
Dusk covers the sky and the ground.
Light is low, but still we see
The silhouettes of distant trees.

The moon arises, woken up
By the lack of sound that's been disrupt.
In the black of space, we still exist
Because all the time, we still persist.