Beauty is to be found everywhere
Even in a decaying piece of wood
Look at the intricacy of the pattern
The ever slow weathering of the detailing
Bringing up each vein
Reducing it to a feathery fan
Under the eternal mastermind
Time, relentless in its artistic work
Uses every tool
At its disposition
Rain, frost, heat, wind
Each of them taking its own time,
Time and time again
It's a work of infinite patience
Take heed! man of short lifespan
You pass indifferent to it all,
Running mindlessly,
You may built for glory
Dust will be the end result
For it will not endure.
Eternity is laughing at you!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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