There's is beauty in its brutality.
It creates all there is,
but always reclaims it's gift.
It heals all wounds,
but takes all lives.
It cannot be seen,
but it can always be felt.
We laugh when it comes,
but cry when it goes.
It rules all in the universe,
and will never disappear.
It was here before there was nothing,
and will be here for eternity.
Blood, bone, and flesh,
Water, stone, and grass,
all fall to its embrace.
We truly love it,
though we may never understand it.
We despise it,
for it takes everything with no emotion.
But...
There is beauty in Times brutality.