Seconds To Centuries Poem by Rayan Ali

The winds refused to blow
While I sat and watched
Everything drip away slowly
Still try to catch up
On the last train
That leads me to the
Skies to keep myself busy
Even though nothing is quite lest
But a mind full of ideas
And thoughts that have formed there
From the cradle till the grave
Take a whole round
And find yourself right back
Where you started from
The spirit of the tress
Always remains beneath the trees
When nature gives us time to breathe
We look upon the lives beyond our own
The ways are ceiled
Of how everything runs around
And stops again, taking
Everything with it to it’s depths
The long days of summer
I wish I could spend just
Sitting and watching
The sun as it sings
It’s good-bye song
Or perhaps maybe
The snow would fall
And come over to say hi
Wanting to free the times
That ought not to be touched
But some came and
Asked me if I had them
Or did I loose them?
Nothing more I could say
Except tell the story
Of the person who wished
To have more time
Than life gave him
And all those years we’ve once
Waited so long to come
And when they did come
Without us realizing it
Turned from seconds into centuries.