The bright orb called light <br />we know <br />it regulates all internal clocks <br />to grow. <br /> <br />Bathing basking in its glow <br />with out thought our flesh <br />takes life. <br /> <br />Wind comes forth with new breath <br />moving the wheat on stalks afresh <br />to sing as its grain for you <br />it feeds. <br /> <br />The great wales have a song for this <br />singing the wonder of seven minutes <br />do bring. <br /> <br />The moon gives way mystical <br />effects our daily tides to play.<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seven-minutes-of-wonder/
