A Craftsman’s Morning


Into the mist I go, what lies beyond none cannot know
Into hues of purple march onward souls
Led only by radiance and calls of crows
Onward, eastward, toward silhouette of undergrowth
Ever fading, ever faltering, yet ever forward we may
Into the mist to find the day

Into the mist we go, work's forward march against the throes
From morning dew to evening shadow
Some fall wayward yet we find hope
To labor, little time, struggle against night's cable tow
Ever toiling, ever climbing, yet ever finding our way
Into the mist toward the sun's lost ray

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