A Present Foretold

Daylight has dimmed to evening,
the sky is softened with subtle hue
The air is light with moon and night
sprinkling out the morning's dew

A distant whistle blows,
echoing across the plain
"Who," an owl screeches,
"Is conducting that loud train!"

No answer for the owl,
except for a whispering breeze
"The train is long gone," it says
to the bird, now displeased.

Time paints the horizon
with flaming color it comes alive
The sun awakens and declares,
"Tomorrow has arrived!"

Tomorrow comes riding in
on a horse with wings of gold
He carries with him a gift,
today, the present foretold.

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