Father Time And Mother Nature Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

His bloodshot eyes endured so much
With fragile bones to match
A praying mantiss to the touch
Above the swarming patch

'Time's quantity I shall control
For each and everyone
From birth the names are on my scroll
Under a dimming sun

Whole lifetimes measured by the sand
Swallows my hourglass
No one may hide on sea or land
No matter what their class

Pure mockery for all their wealth
Pay homage to this keeper
Those few days given to fine health
Incurs one to the reaper! '

He exclaimed with no other choice
In Mother Nature's face
The tally of his grim invoice
To put her in her place

The widen pupils of her eyes
A blushing and a rage
Enlighten him to swift surprise
By way her boast of sage

'Life's quality I shall control
For everyone and each
From birth the sun and moon will roll
Across a sky of bleach

With colors like a peacock's tail
The seasons will rotate
Amid the sea and land we hail
Mad changes to await

In Springtime when all flowers bloom
The earth will come awake
Songbirds will tweak their sprightly tune
Above the creeks and lake

The greenery of trees and grass
Small butterflies and bees
Intoxicating summer blast
Renews life's banquet keys

Whirlwind at the harvast tables
Flamboyant twirling leaves
Tall cornstalks cast goblin fables
Until the Winter weaves

The frigid chill of ice and snow
Hot embers thawing hands
Soft melting glacier overtow
Brought round to Spring again

Your terms are futile on my earth
When beauty is snuffed out
For all that dies will have rebirth
In lieu of your doomed doubt! '

Poor Father Time felt change of heart
Smashed down his hourglass
Then wandered off in prompt depart
Those marvels he had passed

He lifted up his face of bliss
At showers and sunrays
And dawdled in complete amiss
Through season's mirthful ways.