Before the sun is really up,
when the birds barely stirred,
when the birds barely stirred,
and after almost an eternity
of stalking the opportunity--
long before my longest shadow is cast,
I viewed with finality the hedgerow,
that I've decided to end through the night.
So, after the sweat and the trim—
the morning's feat and the dream,
The Lord, in His eyes and guide
Gifted me with what it seemed
something like I should not hide.
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