Spaces of Time

Trees tall with age-

Reminders of years gone by

Carry the promise

Of many more to come

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Old

Worn branches

Chipped of paint

Bear my weight

As they have that of others

In the space of a time long past

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Beings

Surround this place

Blinded with eyes wide open

Oblivious to treasures I see

And the stories that this experienced scenery

has to tell

and will whisper;

unheard by many ears.

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Another day,

another month,

another year-

gone by

and the trees

and the benches,

the bricks all speak on

While we hurry, busied

Through the hours and minutes-

Our spaces in time.

How do we use them?

Ask the trees

How did ‘they’ use theirs?

Ask the trees

How will you use yours-

What tales will you leave-

With the trees,

To tell?