I stand amazed in the woody forest
Where eons passed by me,
Decades cascaded,
Centuries spoke to me silently,
In the same woody shades.
Yet I, the Time wonder at
The metamorphosis of seasons,
The metaphor to the transitions.
Among the grey clouds I could hear
Thunders of the irate sky
and the down pour as
Blessings to mother Earth.
The emerging greens,
From the ashes of a scorching summer,
That parched my souls too;
If I have a soul!!!
I am the Time,
Witness to the metamorphosis of life.
Suddenly my glance fell on the foliage of autumn
That touched Earth as to pay its last homage;
The bare trunks filled some dismay.
“The metamorphosis of seasons” again
I whispered to myself,
In the misty valleys.
A farewell bid to verdant green
And dipping into vibrant yellow,
Again, to the crimson red.
I dithered in the beauty of Spring yellows and crimson red.
My thoughts stood breathless on my way;
But I had to move on.
The rainy skies and forests,
Invoked the zest of a new beginning,
I, the time was wondering !
Millions of seasons touched my frame of time;
Yet I stand in the moving wheel,
In the vicious cycle of nature,
Where everything is in transit as
Metamorphosis of seasons on this Earth.
A poetry from Dr.Sanjana’s book Reflections an anthology of poems [ my author name for the book – Sanjana vb]
image courtesy – freepik
