The 24-Hour Performance
By Alyssa P., Tower Lakes, IL
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Morning
This is Earth’s sacred time to pause and reflect
The clock allows diamonds of dew
A moment to gather and glisten,
To shimmer and reflect the gentle rays of
The blazing sun,
Slowly emerging from its place of hiding.
Few sit to observe its surfacing
Until blinding rays cut through their windows
And surprise their sleeping eyes.
Afternoon
The sun moves steadily across the sky,
Staring intently at life below
From its daunting position overhead.
The Earth is awake; its inhabitants scatter in hectic motion.
The clock reads early
Still, the fear of too little time is not simple to ignore
Time is sprinting
And it doesn’t mind letting you fall behind.
Evening
The hustle and bustle subsides.
The clock arrives at a brisk walk,
A pace consistent with the unveiling
Of a masterpiece of color and light.
Nature’s arrogant display of its supreme beauty,
The sunset,
Greater than the attempts of any man
To surpass or recreate.
Night
The clock creeps,
Time tiptoes across the universe
So as not to disturb the dormant planet Earth.
The black sky, however, is secretly alive
With shifting images cast into the heavens.
The gathering creations of dreams
From the people below.
Sleeping soundly in harmony with the Sun.
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