But there is something about Time
The sun rises and sets.
The stars swings slowly across the sky and fade.
Clouds fill with rain and snow,
empty themselves
and fill again.
The moon is born and dies, and is reborn.
Around millions of clocks swing hour hands,
and minute hands and second hands.
Around goed the continual circle
of the notes of the scale.
Around goes the circle of night and day
the cicle of weeks forever revolving,
and of months and of years.
..Writer Unknown to me..
Such a lovely photograph and I loved the poem. Thank you!
BeantwoordenVerwijderenBeautiful image and poetry my dear friend.. Thank you so much for sharing
BeantwoordenVerwijderenBlessings,
Penny