TIME STANDS TALL
Here I stand by the lake,
Yonder rises earth, huge and formidable,
Behind is a thicket long and dense.
Lightly lays the mist over cool waters,
Dissipating fast under tender, yet warm
Rays of the sun, rising over the peaks.
Chirping are the birds, awaken from slumber.
Snails and caterpillars nudging over damp barks,
Beasts, untamed, ambling across to the waters.
Teaming with life is the dawn, invigorated is the spirit.
Stay there I even as sun towers to zenith.
Drooping are the leaves. Colorless, shining like
Silver is the water. Strain my ear as I may,
Not a sound falls on it, so still it is,
As the heart had stopped or the tide had stalled.
Not a leaf that moves, for even wind does not stir.
Sinking now he is, horizon at west set ablaze.
Back are the birds out of nowhere, noisy as ever,
Scampering are the squirrels over the trees,
Hopping over flowers are the butterflies,
Slowly and stealthily is the darkness cropping in.
Feel drained yet happy, looking at the moon rising high.
Thick is the blanket of darkness encompassing
All boundaries, sucking warmth of the earth.
Echoing are the screeches of crickets, intermittently
Broken by grunt of a beast or the flapping of
The bats out for prey, Towering up like a monster,
Are the mountains calm and unruffled.
Hideous are the waters, seeming to mask
Unfathomable perils. Darker are the shadows,
Of tall trees in faint moon light, carving out
Frightful shadows over uneven contours.
Chill down the spine is what I feel now,
And strange it is and hard to believe that,
It is the self same place that enlivened me at dawn,
Left me lonely at noon and refreshed me at dusk.
Yet it is as now, sending creeps over me.
Changed is nothing, not the mountain,
Not the waters, nor the forested tracks,
But only the TIME and Time it is,
That sets the frame of vision, context for perception.
Time it is that tempers the emotion, gravitates the situation,
Time it is that Flares the spirit, assuages the wounds
Time it is that quenches the thirst, whets the hunger
Seals the past, guides the present and unravels future
Fleeting thought it is, etches behind indelible scars.
awesome