Just a sonnet I wrote for my English class :)
To repeat one’s lovely self twice daily
And to tell the time is quite the ticket;
While grinding your shining gears quite gaily
Within ticking metal so intricate.
It just takes some time and its’ dictation
To fuel your ever-working little hands
Silently counting the world’s rotations
As wind blows hard upon the dusty sands.
A clever guardian of all that breathes
And of everything that’s rightly true;
An invisible sower of the seeds
But will you choose to see tomorrow through?
You can erode the world down to the last
Teller of future, and keeper of past.