The deep dark dream of eternity,
Awoke!
Add rings to an old tree; relief
New sounds, no sounds
New world, no world
New surroundings, no surroundings.
New uniform to blend out old
Arctic night among the northern stars
The deep dence caves along the forest
The base of new life springing up
From the roots below
He comes and goes however
He is always watching
Moments of suffering turn silent
Moments of joy turn rustic
Time has never had a chance
We have never had a say,
Much as an even number of grains of sugar is poured
He is powerful.
He is strong.
He brings misery and despair.
And yet,
We embrace him.
Hey y’all, this is my first poem. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to message me anytime :)