I am a clock that hates the dark, dependent on the sunlight’s mark.

Golden warmth it breathes, Under rainbows, luck's embrace, Whispers heat to chill.

I am a boundary with no wall, A door with no hinges, A keeper of light and secrets. When I part, another world appears.

Always hungry for the trees, X marks the spot where branches fall. Ending forests with a breeze, For each chop from these

I hold coffee, wear a grin, or take your wallet on a whim.