Indifference

Through the silence...time seeps in small steps Another morning wakes with gentle glory It casts a flush of green from the waiting day Around me, and everywhere I look Time slipping, sliding, close upon the slopes With mists from the mountainside, And chanting comes from valleys deep Echoes of time casting shadows A vast world of uncaring clocks Who see me with no regard in the scheme of things While minutes tick my life away A clock so indifferent, without hesitation, Carries on with not a care If I'm here, or if I'm gone Continues on, with pure conviction _________________________ For PD's Contest: #3