The Precision of Time

I watched the morning glow as the universe gets ready for the evening show, everything was in place and they were getting ready to run the big race, but time was on their side and on wisdom they had to rely, the birds were singing the trees were dancing, and the morning celebrates with a grin. The people gather around from country, state, city, county and town to join the celebrations and gallivant around the town. They were dressed in fine linen adorn with golden trimming, hundreds of them descend on the stage to join the parade in costumes made from laces. I have never seen anything like this before, everyone was on the dance floor. producers. directors and designers and the chorus and the actors were leaning together on the sides while the big band entertained everyone. The crowd gets bigger and thicker, and the children began to scatter, moving from door to door and asking for more; trick or treater the sound kept repeating and the wind began to howl, some got their bags full, and others did all that they could, but some bags were half empty, and some children were unhappy. The universe enters the town once more knocking on every door, but no one was around; all the houses were empty and bright lights shines majestically from every roof, the people could not understand that winter was creeping upon the land. Chilly breeze flow through the trees telling everyone that winter was drawing near, and they had to prepare, but the people act as if they didn't care, they walk around, the street, greeting the people that they meet, adorn in fine costume, they move slowly to the rhythm vibrating in the town. Some people came in late and could not find the place, they had to walk in a straight line until they reach the gate. Coordinate with the precision of time, and you don't have to join the line.