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Poem of the Week

Time-Poem
Children age,
Trees grow,
The clock ticks ever closer.
Time goes faster and slower,
Bending Life to it's will.
And no one ever notices just how much time passes.
Mountains crumble into dust,
Seas rise and swallow the Earth.
Time continues,
Counting towards the End.
Time is forever patient,
It has existed since the Beginning.
And it will only end,
At the End
But truly,
There is no need to despair.
Time has not yet arrived there.
The children are still young,
The trees have yet to grow.
The mountains are not dust,
And the seas are still low.
But beware,
Time is ticking,
And it has only one place to go.

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