Day one, day last

Eyes open and streaks look bright

something new to the sight.

Streaks grow clearer and clearer as days pass by

Hear the ears clearer the pitch, the twang, the cry.

Powered are legs, firm are the feet

homo-sapien becomes from the creep.

This and that; here and there

it passes like a flair

the life that just started

a glimpse, and it is departed.