An infant’s cry cracks the dawn of a day in all eternity
And who’s to say what will unfold and what shall be his destiny
By mid-morning all the lessons learned, freedom is at hand
And play ensues till afternoon when he becomes a man
Then work and duty call on him to strive for his success
But by the eve, he realizes more want for happiness
The fire of the afternoon has burned to smoldering coals
And he’s warmed by his memories as he faces being old
But it’s in the early evening when twilight fills the gap
Between the burning heat of day and slumber’s cozy wrap
It’s here where peace and contentment wait
Like the twinkling evening star
Barely visible unless you concentrate upon the very far.
Before the night overtakes it, it has a solemn place
To witness, as it stands alone
The utter state of grace