Winding Our Way Through Time

The rising sun marks break of day Its zenith, we call noon. Its setting brings the evening chill And ushers in the moon. The sundial charts its burning rays. Its pathway plotted out Predicts the hour of every day Beyond a shadow of a doubt! Precious time, there’s none to waste And so we set the staff Inventing ways to track its passage Clocks and chronograph The mainspring and the pendulum, The tall Grandfather Clock Becomes the heartbeat of the home Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock The pocket watch with silver chain Umbilical, life line We spend our days; entire lives, Winding our way through time Time is time, it’s so precise Ethereal and pure, With a watch we always know the time But when we’ve two, unsure!