As is stand upon my perch
I gaze at Life and all her gifts
Her children, who tumble and search,
Search for purpose, for love, for companionship.
I fly along side Life's many gifts, as they learn what's best.
As they crawl, waddle, walk, and run.
Play as they may, but they must know to rest.
For i wait for no one, no matter how sleepy they are.
As i fly over head, hidden by the sun.
I take notice, the children, they changed...
They no longer stumble when they run,
And they have grown! good good! we are almost there!
Ah! we are finally at his doorstep,
Though it does pain me to see them go...
But I've had plenty of years to prep
And this was the purpose of their existence after all.
For they are Life's gifts, her love.
Her miracles are not mine to judge.
And why should i care? I am time, nothing but a simple dove,
And by the time the sun rises, my job here will be done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem