To measure off another day

I measured off a few more days for you
Put them in neat stacks of seven...
you said seven for a week, right,
Or did I hear you wrong?

And then I planted my rays down
Into the grassy leaves
No frost or dew could withstand
The warmth of my gentle care.

I'll stay here for you, sort
days away until you come to see
What a great new job I've done
What a great new maddening scene.