than this gift

nothing we have is greater than this gift

of light in motion on the eastern wall

midafternoon the moments seem to crawl

the music flows and mind appears to drift

from work to sleep always an easy shift

you're tired and your thought's not on the ball

there is no duty and no one will call

no need for passion nor any for thrift

listen the song begins and it is clear

coming a distance and gentle in tone

so many voices urging you to rest

with magic now upon the summer air

announcing that you will not be alone

giving the day that extra bit of zest