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