Each Hour is Special

12 hours

4am

The sun rises, the birds start to twitter to one another,
A new day is born.
A man and women meet and walk together through the dew soaked
grass,
Oblivious to everything but each other.

8am

The sun's heat is gathering strength,
Everything springs to life,
And rushes around to get to where they have to go,
In this place though two hearts beat in unison.

12pm

The sun is at full strength and animals shelter,
People argue unnecessarily.
Some loosen their ties or undo a shirt button in an attempt to keep
cool.
A love hotter than that of the noon day sun is burning in each of there
hearts.
They exchange rings.

4pm

The sun looses its intensity,
People begin to go home.
A little boy watches as two coffins are laid to rest.
He sees men and women dressed in black weeping softly and
silently,
Their two hearts have grown old and died,

Only the boy sees two ghostly figures.
A man and a woman hand in hand,
Walking together through the dewy grass of the cemetery.
They both turn and glance back at the scene, smile and disappear?