"Such strange creations," Kairos whispered
as he wove strands of frost
over the glass.
When winter came all fell still.
"Such foolish beasts," Ora uttered
as she knitted strands of ivy,
lush and green, along the open arms
of the bare, oak tree and spring sang softly.
Autumn came, spring's breeze sprouted teeth and nails.
Chronos painted everything red and gold,
then ordered the flowers to slumber.
"But what makes them special?" he asked.
Aionios smiled, squinting her eyes.
Against the deep golden rays of summer
and urged the ground into an emerald sheen.
Pointing to the Earth she declared.
"Neither strange nor foolish are they.
I know they are so much more.
What makes them special is their compassion.
Their ability to love."
The others gathered around her.
And sat and listened.
"They are made of star-dust, lost constellations.
Galaxies flow in their veins."
"They are more than just human.
Something grander than simple creations.
More than bone and blood.
More than we will ever know."
"Perhaps one day, when seasons have come
and gone a million times.
When endless rivers have flown into the sea.
Perhaps then we will learn about their grandness."
Her companions smiled
and nodded in silent understanding.
"But we have time to learn," said Aionios
"all the time in the world."
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
