Timeless Thing This Place Be


What timeless thing does this place be

Time made sentinel the lofty tree.
O, though time is healer of all,
if not for these trees we'd not see time's authority.
As in falling we see the work of gravity.
Yet here, amidst these time-touched giants,
time is seen to seize to be.

Here, my heart beat surpasses everything,
mistaken easily for the hum of a butterfly's wing;
though this too may stand proof of time,
I try to imagine things otherwise:

But washed away the thought of time
when rude-awaken winds do climb.
Then enforced again
by colour drain,
and mark the shadowing sunset plain.

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