The hands on the clock slowly march along,
the summer harvests come to feast upon,
the children continue to sing their song,
across the sea war rages on.
The mountain forests will always change,
a man will learn to live in a cage,
a child must work to cope with age.
Time will make the mountains fall,
time will make an eagle call,
and time can forge the greatest wall.
Luthlian
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Wow! That's beautiful Luthlian! A wonderful work of art! Keep on Writing!
ReplyDeleteHoppy
It made chills go up my spine.
ReplyDeleteAmazing!
Pindaric