Over a frozen lake
the ice starts to crack
but no one is here to witness
nor to hear
the echoing rumble
through the chill air,
as the chasms
expand and stretch.
Answering a question
long asked,
but alas no one was there
to bask in the moment
the answer called back.
And in the distance
a light glow
breaching the darkness
of the horizon,
like a marching army
holding torches aloft.
A light show
as the sun,
still yawning
stretches out
from somewhere below
the hillside view,
and softly tickles the sky,
awakened from its slumber
by the rumbling echo.
A bird tweets
a shrill singing,
beautifully ringing
through the slowly
evaporating mist.
The chill starts to lift,
as the sun shares her warmth
and gifts the scene
serenity and bliss.
The world continues to turn,
as it hurtles along.
A commute it makes
across the aeons.
Through the bleakness
of space.
To keep life ticking on,
as time keeps her
unsteady pace.
