Time Immortal

The fallen tree lay across the lake Moss covered wood, swollen decay, Branches drowned lay half submerged At years end that the swan died. Glassy waters with a hidden secret Passing through the time of day Thus the immortality of time Tis only this that does not cry. Fish weave between the branches Unable and uncaring to understand Each precious moment that passes; Their only clock is the light and dark As they till the murky waters deep And plough furrows as they swim And reap a harvest in the mud As they swim around thatfateful swan That time allowed to die.