I stand amazed
in the woody forest
Where eons passed by me,
Decades cascaded,
Centuries spoke to me silently,
In the same woody shades.
Yet I, the Time wonder at
The metamorphosis of seasons
The metaphor to the transitions..
Among the grey clouds I could hear thunders of the irate sky
and the down pour as
Blessings to mother Earth.
The emerging greens
From the ashes of a scorching summer ,
That parched my soul too;
If I have a soul ...
I am The Time
Witness to the metamorphosis of life .
Suddenly my glance fell on
the foliage of Autumn
That touched Earth as
to pay its last homage .
The bare trunks filled some dismay..
"The metamorphosis of seasons" again I whispered to myself
In the misty valleys....
A farewell bid to verdant green
And dipping into vibrant yellow,
Again to the crimson red
I dithered in the beauty of Spring yellows and crimson red.
My thoughts stood breathless on my way ;
But I had to move on..
The rainy skies and forests
Invoked the zest of a new beginning
I was wondering
Millions of seasons
Touched my frame of time
Yet I stand in the moving wheel
In the vicious cycle of nature
Where everything is in transit...
the metamorphosis of seasons
on this Earth.
©sanjanavb
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