Literature
Passing of Time
In robes of shadows, cloaked so deep,
a figure wanders through valleys steep.
Where silence reigns, and life withdraws,
In barren lands devoid of cause.
With each slow step, the earth holds breath,
An echoing hush that feels like death,
Time glides through, with a knowing glance,
Awakening storms in a wild dance.
The darkened skies begin to churn,
As thunder rumbles and beggars yearn,
With flashes bright, the tempest cries,
Transforming the void under stormy skies.
From the chaos springs life anew,
Trees burgeon green, and flowers strew,
A symphony of color and song,
Where once was silence, now life belongs.
Squirrels scamper, and river flows,
As time weaves beauty, it gently sows,
Moments bloom in a vibrant spree,
But time, the traveler, sees endlessly.
From verdant hills to dusk's embrace,
Life bows down to time's relentless pace,
As memories linger, like whispers light,
Time pulls the veil, shrouding the night.
The forests darken, the
