Time
A branch cracks off a lonely tree,
The grass dries in a meadow,
A life sentence; at last set free,
Death comes to old Gepetto.
A newborn child takes a breath,
The moon shines in the night,
A teen inhales some crystal meth,
A bird succeeds at flight.
The sun arises once again,
Rain trickles down a vine,
An army loses half its men,
The stars exhaust their shine.
A ticking echoes in a room,
The seconds pass with strife,
The hands of time are set to doom,
Or maybe set to life.
A widowed woman combs her hair,
The wind blows on a chime,
The Mona Lisa keeps her stare,
All in the span of time.