A light glow

 

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.