Time Cycle
Time is a mystery to
me as it fly’s on un seen wings.
Time has no stop yet
the things in the life of time do. .
The buildings that
stand tall and superior will one day fall…and crumble
They will become like
those of ancient Greece - fallen and only just - a memory
The people will be
but of bones in the ground….
Scientist and future
generations pondering on how they died…how they lived -
Looking for the
source of how we were - trying to figure out the language to learn our history…
It is a cycle that
goes around…and around…
Without an end…the
cycle of time continues forever. . And ever.
We die…we live…and
we leave behind footprints…buildings…and bones…
We leave treasures
that will speak of who we were…
It all takes place in
the life time …of time.
© January 20, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)