Don't you see it?
The light cast over the trees,
The water rushing down streams,
And time forever stuck.
Endless.
It's something strange.
Kind.
Cruel.
A cycle of repeated history,
Admiring life and shunning death.
Where eternal life is sacred,
But death is welcomed coldly.
Wherever we may be, we see it,
It's always from afar.
For it can be dangerous.
Like a coiling snake,
Ready to strike.
Or a ferocious lion,
Stalking it's prey.
We love it.
We fear it.
It is both our greatest ally,
And our worst enemy.
Authors note:
Lore helped with the last sentence. BlueSailors
12:48 am
