Pendulum swings, beckoning time To move along and forget. But it can’t. It likes to linger in the green Meadows where butterflies Sip on sweet nectar while Children play hide and seek Among the tall trees. Pendulum swings, yet time Ignores it at the shores when Waves and sun hold hands and Conceive warm hues bathing The couple immersed in love Which spans an eternity. Pendulum swings, but time Sleeps at the campfire Crackling, cackling at the Jokes told by the witty Grandfather who has Seen it all, done it all. Pendulum swings, coaxing Time to be on its way. But it can’t. It’s unable to let go of those Treasured, magical moments Etched in the fabrics of the Universe, painting all existence.