Age upon age,
The eons pass.
The  Earth goes round and round
Its flaming Star  
The Mountains are smoothed  
Into Valleys,  
The Oceans into plains.
Kingdoms rise, and reign,
And fall,       
To legends                                                  
Soon forgotten.
And through these ages
One sits high above the  Earth
Watching it from afar. 
The cry of all Sparrows is known to Him
 And the cries of the restless wild Gulls
And the snorting of restless Ponies
  And every splash of Amoebas.
Nothing is lost to His eyes,
No sound to His ears,  
And not one scent to His nostrils.

The centuries pass as moments for Him.

The zillions pass as days.
Eons pass without His blinking
He does not notice the difference
between them.