Ancient Ones
We are old
Beyond the concept of time
We have no names
We have no identity
We are not alive
We are not dead
We just watch
We watch the Butterfly
We watch the Stone
The Butterfly which flaps its wings
The Stone that is thrown
We see the waves in wind
We see the ripples in ground and sea
Everything is connected
One event leads to another
Every life form has a choice
A choice to live
A choice to die
The situation someone, something is in
Gives them their choices
We watch with out judgment
We watch with out remorse
We watch with out elation
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