Time flows as sand shifts.
Trees bud, bloom and shed red leaves.
Yellow stone wears down.
The light changes, turns
yellow, red, black, blue, green, grey.
Shadows fall. Life stills.
If a tree falls in
a forest cleared of life, then
does it make a sound?
If a house remains
with its occupants lost, then
does it stay a home?
We are witnesses
to the unstable nature
of time and of place.
Time flows as sand shifts.
Bear witness to this world, for
even stone wears down.
(Anonymous)
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