Rivers of Time

Dinosaurs waiting for stone to erode, their skeletons covered, uncovered again, iron that's forgotten the blood where it flowed and phosphorous leached from a primitive brain-- delicate sabers of soft-stepping cats enshrouded in shimmering oceans of sand, strata of relative sediment that's concealing the bones of the earliest man-- visible traces of numerous beasts, the sum of Earth's creatures forever enshrined-- signs of their passing won't slow in the least the rivers and runnels of ongoing time. "We loved the earth, but could not stay" ~ Loren Eiseley~