It’s a coloured and shaded broad daylight. Bring me my hourglass, my paintbrush. Keeping a timepiece, how soon my brush strokes become finer it is not the task. Try once more, strike a fine chord in time, ever ticking but doesn't make a sound!
Let’s read the small prints, the shadow lines on the pitch of the slit sun shines! A dark spot in the light, some dotted lines on a blank paper, however witty you might describe it, count on the tweeting birds short and cute, singing in the open air.
Light and dark the two tallies, ins and outs. The times come and go, flowing fine. For now, let’s take a look inside. Tint and shade nor tone them now. Zoom in and out, just watch them as they are.
This cool sleek shade on the sunny slate is it a shadow, or some quivering curly hairs or are these reflections of flocking clouds, diligent sea eyeing deep down on the ground? Read the small prints, shadows in the daylight, before the show is wrapped up. And down the evening pool, the sun parts away with the black swan.