Where time is the answer
To every question
Time, and Nature
In harmony
Time, and Nature
In harmony
But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures
To the rock, it seems just yesterday
It had been the sand
Gently rolling with the waves
As if you are there, at the dawn of life
Watching nature stir her organics
Casting upon them the spells
Which will make matter sentient
Or is it just a sprig
An ephemeral growth
A life spanning a single desert rain
Beside a rock worn smooth
By the long dead river
Which cut a chasm wall
Aeons ago
What is there in a laugh that time avoids to know?
Look at all the people out there playing
Running from the past
“Can I make my bus,” he cries, “or will I see the show?”
We surround ourselves with time
Building with the laughter a doorway to the mind
This post is a response to Ermilia Blog’s weekly Picture it & Write! challenge. The blog mistresses provide an image (this week’s is to the right). You write a very short story or poem using the…