Sevenlings
She faced the hill as Morning Sun appeared
She glanced across the field spread so wide
She slowly walked across the grass so green
As Afternoon Sun peaked above the hill
She moved from walking to gentle jogging
And soon began running up the hill so steep
She reached the top before the Sun had set.
Evening Sun crept up behind her, rising fast.
She looked upon the world beneath the hill.
And gazed above her at the first few stars.
She sees the darkness fall across the land
She feels cold wind blowing through her hair.
She hears the distant howling of the wolves
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