Saturday, November 14, 2009

Nature's Sentinels

In a haze of colours see the summer blurring past
Wondering why for long spring does not last
In due time forests turn to crimson fire
As trees don their autumn attire

Braving the thunder, storm and snow
Winters lend them an eerie glow
Cradled by nature, they stand in line
They are the proud sentinels of time

Silent Spectators of deeds of past
Sheltering one and all in shadows they cast
They know no cast , colour, or creed
Man or beast they pay no heed

They saw many a men fall and rise
Absorbing it all with their ancient eyes
In earthly wisdom they are never lacking
Time eternal in them they keep tracking

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