Days sprint the fields
Weeks leap the hills
Months stride the mountains
And years turn the page
Of a god bearing
An aged domain
Time blooms and withers
Moment passes by to shower
Shifting seasons –
Two or four;
With or without reason
Calendar turns – Charting wagons
Her tiny gentle arrow
Walks a bit slow –
To the sun’s shadow, mirth!
Hour smiles to each show;
Seconds swimming rushing
To the course of the flowing stream
O Time O Time
Precious and divine
Your unseen rule and power
Manipulates the circle of your daughters
Together; Hand-in-hand
On the rules of fate, gyrating no End
From dusk to dawn; dawn to dusk
From birth to ones expiration there’s resurrection
From toil to rest; rest to toil
Occupying all circumference –
Chamber of similarities and differences
Colorful and odd; Happy and sad
Time like gems upon the golden grains
Where autumn leaves fall to change
Speaking silently to all human race
On gains or pains; bruise or wounds
Making one to fall and rise
To learn the values of life
Time sleeps to those lazy cows
Who never knows the art of time!
Pause to sense to contemplate
Ask yourself – meditate
Where you to place a profound base?
Worthy to ring the bell of His gate
