Time

It is ceaseless and silent and governs all— Everything on earth and what is in space. It orders the seasons and leaves that fall And it etches furrows on the human face. Of what occurs in its domain it is aloof, Though masses in a disaster meet death. It is ever with us, constant change is proof. But we cannot alter it, even for one breath. We have made ways to count its advance Inventing clocks, and sundials, and watches. They help us gauge the end of life’s dance Marking mortality in time-driven swatches.