Eternity
Eternity sits on a lazy road
waiting for time to arrive
A basket of seasons spread out on the ground
to be sorted and thrown to the sky
Autumn is gasping at dry burning leaves
trapped under frost every morn
Eternity lowers the clouds down to touch
and the moment of winter is born
The sky lets the wind loose to rattle the eaves
Grey aspirations and snow
Sun is now stuffed in the comfortable pocket
of time and it's infinite flow
Eternity sits on a lazy road
just whittling down time with a knife
Carving out seasons whenever it pleases
Ah, Eternity does have the life...
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