The sunlight falls On the young face. It’s the face of the future. That’s lighted up by the sun’s rays Lit up by a light from the past… Eight minutes ago, to be precise. Eight minutes ago, she was younger; Now, is she old, or wise? Perhaps, on a starry night, She will be illuminated By the stellar light From aeons ago…which waited Till the present. to shine on her form. The past, the present, and her own future Mesh together in this light, soft and warm.