The star rises over rock: granite, limestone and feldspar
Spring’s early flower awakens and is the first to bud,
Somewhere out in the sky, worlds succeed in the midst of a quasar
And in the ground, other worlds thrive down in the mud
People hustle about, checking time for their own insurance
Animals lay about, unknowing of our artificial construction
Clocks enslave out actions, continually rushing our presence
Perceptions of time will bring about our own destruction
Spring blossoms into summer, summer fades to fall, fall decays to winter,
The changing of the seasons is trying to teach us something
Our mother can’t take everything against which we pit her
Time does not remain static, it is never regressing, but forever coming
We cannot live in a hurry, waiting for a glimpse of leisure to be caught
The animals constantly remind us: time passes whether we measure it or not
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
The star rises over rock: granite, limestone and feldspar
Spring’s early flower awakens and is the first to bud,
Somewhere out in the sky, worlds succeed in the midst of a quasar
And in the ground, other worlds thrive down in the mud
People hustle about, checking time for their own insurance
Animals lay about, unknowing of our artificial construction
Clocks enslave out actions, continually rushing our presence
Perceptions of time will bring about our own destruction
Spring blossoms into summer, summer fades to fall, fall decays to winter,
The changing of the seasons is trying to teach us something
Our mother can’t take everything against which we pit her
Time does not remain static, it is never regressing, but forever coming
We cannot live in a hurry, waiting for a glimpse of leisure to be caught
The animals constantly remind us: time passes whether we measure it or not
First attempt at a sonnet
