The Tillage Of Time Poem by William Cavanagh
The Tillage Of Time
I contemplate the fading forest
I survey nature’s timeless claim
And every time I finesse a tree
I reckon days and hear my name
I saunter forth a trifle further
With every gait I’m not the same
Whereas every beat is counted
Knowing every leaf has came
To life’s absolute realization
We cohorts bear a time frame
Make no misinterpretation
We are Mother Nature’s game
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