Sonnet 10 In The Hands Of Time Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Some moment ago (as the eons slide)
When the changing rocks were not yet breathing
And trees during winter were not dreaming.
Of seasons that lull with blossoming tide.

A little while ago, when earth inside
Aware or not of some divine thinking
Stirred up soups for our organic springing 7
That later longed for paradise with pride...

At the time when the roaring volcanos
Made things tremble and the sun dark with dust,
Who would have thought of human infernos?
And if we not even see the worst,
Does it mean that in the hands of Cronos 13
We evolve all the way to starts that burst?
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7-. Our organic springing= our human nature.
13-. Cronos= time.