From dawn to dusk, sunrise to sunset,
Taken for granted, but she never forgets.
Windy, hot , rainy or cold,
The week's day, never grows old.
Work is done, things are learned,
Nature's day and time is earned.
But every step gone swiftly by,
Doesn't notice the day's blue sky.
She won't forget and she will hold,
The week's day never grows old.
-Brooklyn Schulz
