Eleanor:
I am the Harbinger of time
And the Herald of evolution
The blanket you wrap in at the end of day
I am seldom sought, but all will find
and the icon of revolution
I am the clouds that colour heavens gray
You can always trust me. I never lie.
And though many attempt to keep me at bay
They seem to forget that I’m a solution
What am I?

~j.d.schofield