Layer cake of time

Touching time, towering, vast Time stands high in grand relief. Layered stories trace the past, Etched in stone, stark and brief As I wander through a layered cake of time. Guarding the desert, towers of stone, Stand watch from a tilted throne; Cracks run deep, through petroglyph grand, Relics left by human hand. sentinels of the desert Watch me wander this layered cake of time. Waves once crashed, Rivers laid silty beds; After slumber beneath ocean’s sweep, The desert claimed this fractured keep. Long ago, Reptiles, rulers of this land, Wandered a layered cake of time. Roaring creek, through flat and canyon, Sings a chant of antiquity; Carving deep through time’s dominion, Crushing mountains relentlessly. Through stone and sand, my eternal companion, Etches a scroll through this layered cake of time. As I wander, hushed by thunder, Through this layered cake of time; My thoughts float through the folded strata, Past cliffs rich of layered verse. Each step unveils a buried story, As the land slopes down and wide; The layers—once rivers in glory— Lie rust-red, a frozen tide, Broken, tilted, worn, and wandered, Yet strong enough to birth the waves brought by the Relentless beating of time. These rocks; made of sand and gravel, Relics of mountains long gone by— Cemented fragments shaped by time and tumble, Cradle roots where lizards thrive; Their fears and struggles speak of life so momentary, in this layered cake of time. From this fan of fractured ages, Roots descend, and grasses climb. Life reclaims what once lay buried— Brief green embers bloom and die, Held forever, alive so momentarily, In this layered cake of time.