When the Time Stands Still

The saplings are growing into plants and the plants are ageing into trees They stand tall and stagnant getting bored of the cool sea breeze ?Whiling away the days and nights they strike a sense of emptiness Dolce Far Niente ambience is spreading its wings the dusk is taking all their hues, making them colourless Soaring far and above the clouds of hollow thoughts the mind draws a silver lining through them Coruscating the dew on their surface it runs a spark in their dormant roots and stems They wait for the dawn to appear bringing their charismatic life back Complacent, they stand against the tide of time rejoicing the present till it again turns black