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.