Clock Unwinds

Weary old world seems somber today

as she lingers in her tears;

Her rotations and our relations

spin the axis of our allied fears

Dreams in the night do suffer the dark

allowing nightmares their way

for relations endure rotations

and these bitter wars from day to day

Sun rises up and over the earth

to bring a light on the scene

Her rotations and our relations

awaken to find our hearts quite lean

and the clock unwinds and tears must fall

as we eat the bread we break

Our relations keep the rotations

and every day is a chance we take

a/n: In case anyone is wondering - this form is a ZaniLa rhyme poem. It was created by Laura Lamarca. Look her up if you'd like, and the form. :)