Not for the sun that rose early
Or the eagles that rule high
Or clouds sprinting across the sky
That know not where or why
Not for the ants clawing by
Or the snail that seem to try
Not for riverbeds long dry
Or reptiles waiting by
Its for a love shone my way
By an angel who stopped by
Having traveled all the day
At my heart she found her sty
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