Day Of The Orchid

From tho womb of the dawn, time was summoned to the table of purpose The hourglass of today was a spherical orb, an embryonic paradox with endless facets of thought, this being the mind of the one who had no beginning Time had no purpose until it was given feet as well as hands Then the sphere was severed and waterfalls of creativity, poured out both spirit and plans, however mater was congealed and dwelled only within the mind of the one who always was Time stared to walk when realms were erected, and gated entrances were established As the earth was built as a home for mankind, before man took his first step The same was such with the spirit realm, thus all life was placed in the vast river or time Then it was given eyes and denied to ever sleep, hands to keep records were attached to her To this day, it cannot be explained in its entirety It is more than fundamental increments, or euclidean gesturing of geometrical equations Where there is life there is time attached to it Eons passed with a hissing Then the hour glass was reshaped for man Each grain of sand varies in size and facets, as a crude attempt to measure one single increment Go to the orchid Notice how long she holds on to her petals How can this be? She uses time wisely, for it is only to us, she holds them so long, and it is when we are not looking, she lets each one fall to the ground So I have come to a consensus, life is a beautiful orchid We can choose to bloom beautifully with time either creeping slowly of speeding by, of course this being measured according to our outlook It has very well been said When the last orchid dies, There will be no time left to cry