I wonder where the morning goes when afternoon arrives;
I wonder if it has a spot where it can quietly hide.
And where does afternoon time go when twilight shadows fall?
I wonder if it waits somewhere till it's again on call.
And where do twilight shadows steal when night shades do the scene?
I wonder if they dissipate into a tranquil dream.
Too, where is nighttime's rendezvous when morning gilds the skies?
Man stands in awe, a wondering, but God knows; He's all wise.
Loise Pinkerton
