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The morning light breaks through the shade,
Another day begins, unafraid.
The second hand starts its race,
The minutes follow, keeping pace.
The clock strikes twelve, it’s noon at last,
Half the day already passed.
By evening, shadows start to fall,
The night arrives and covers all.
The weekend waits with restful cheer,
The calendar turns, the new month is near.
Seasons shift, from spring to fall,
Time reminds us, it touches all.
Tripsteps makes it easy to see,
From hours long to history.
Every word a piece of time,
Learning flows with perfect rhyme.