Time
I can hear the whispers of the trees, fanning their leaves, beckoning me to listen to their concerns.Mother earth is in pain they say,
the soil smells of death, and the nutrients have depleted from the grains of sand that find its place in my hair
Is this a dream, or is it just pieces of shattered images that have found themselves in my head, to overshadow my mind.
There is nothing but ash, and burnt incense of what was once our planet.
I can't breathe because of the dust of the fallen
I can't see because of the mist of pollution
As seconds fleet, I wish I save those who wish to be saved
Those who wish to be healed
Those who wish to be heard
I am no mercenary, nor am I a morter
I am only time.
Tick.... Tick.....Tick,,,,,,
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