it was morning
there was movement
and married into motion
were the teeth
of tiny cogs and tiny gears
the multiplying forces
engage a chain of causes
that turn the days the seasons and the years
and there were clouds
like boats in the sky
riding the breeze
the breeze was full of the sound
of other lives and voices
and the many songs of many birds
a multiplying music of noises
sweet noises
the workings of a wonder
whose windings are far out of sight
those noises
the sweet noises
won't happen without you
winding up the clockwork
morning through the night
those noises
the sweet noises
the workings of a wonder
whose windings are far out of sight
those noises
the sweet noises
won't happen without you
winding up the clockwork
morning through the night