The First shall be last

It was a canopy of darkness

That brightened her day

It was a bright ray of sunshine

That darkened her way

The shadow of evening

Brought joy to her face

The first light of dawn

That joy did erase.

The lark in the morning

Wrought true devastation

The hoot of an owl

An exciting sensation

She was the new day

All trembling, afraid

She was the nightfall

A joyous young maid

The first shall be last

The last shall be first

Famine’s to hunger what

Drought is to thirst.

It was a canopy of darkness

That brightened her day

It was a bright ray of sunshine

That darkened her way.

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