Never ending blades of grass across,
Thousands of kilo metres,
Hundreds of trees spread along,
The beautiful land features,
The sky filled with dark clouds above,
But for a window into time,
The brown leaves dance below,
To the powerful cosmic chime.
Lives and things, all transported,
To the future and into the past,
Do you believe they are only mirrors,
Only the present will ever last?
I write while I'm in my present,
Will you read it in the future?
Or will it still be 'now' to you
Willt Time or Space be your teacher?
