In the dawn time
When the light lies low
Yet vibrant
When the dew clings
And the earth seems still
When the light lies low
Yet vibrant
When the dew clings
And the earth seems still
A marble that never rolled an inch
Nor was shot from a giant’s thumb
Nor tossed by demonic whim
Sitting here in the sun
Sturdy as the crystalline block
He once was on this very spot