When the whispers of dusk dissipates rapidly,
And the whiskers of dawn displays happily,
The lath of life deals dew on sodden grace.
In the glare of blazing beam will the sun
Surmise above uncertainty to declare the fore.
Mellow hands are reclined in graceful supplication
For what you bear ahead the bare sane recluses.
But when the ears of primal reel meticulously adhere,
The grid of lines hovering on heels will melifluosly adorn.