If time were a black bird high above the clouds it would soar.
So high and so far until the black bird was no more.
If people were like a tree, strong and mighty we may be. Time would still fly by according the naked eye.
Swooping and swerving to avoid contact and an everlasting impact.
But even the mighty trees will fall to their metaphorical knees, as time sweeps by according to the naked eye.
For when a tree falls it still makes a sound no matter how soft the ground.
-A. m.
