The Time Turtle
Once every hundred years,
The Time Turtle here appears,
Under moonlight on planet Earth,
Her ancient tears
Slip through sky to melt away fears.
At the edge of our dreams,
Amidst echoing screams,
The Time Turtle moves slow, but it does not matter-
For time is just a dance; it cannot shatter!
The Time Turtle is still,
She even writes poems with a quill!
With a cup of tea, she chills,
And she embodies such high skills.
Majestic and wise,
Beautiful and unafraid,
The Time Turtle will rise,
Once again- but for now she must fade.
Amongst the whispers of galaxies expansive,
The Time Turtle slips away, leaving an aura of romance.
She floats afar, yet there’s no need to restart,
For forever she lives on in our timeless hearts.
I often think about how time is such a strange concept. In some ways, it’s not real and is just an illusion. At the same time, it is deeply real. What do you think? How do you experience time?
