There will be undoing

There will be undoing

No matter the consequence

Age unravels with time

Whatever we do.

Even as Skylarks sing

High in the sky

Hovering over the countryside

Announcing a claim on beauty

There will be other suitors.

It is the nature of things

For progress

To rest on the goodwill

Of other pilgrims.

Evergreens,

Shimmering Aspen,

Orchids and Columbine

To remain grounded.

The notion no more fanciful

Than peace on earth.

All is as it should be

Time passages close

The drip-feed of ages past

Rests

For the eternity of a heartbeat.

The hands of a clock

Flip-flop silently between

One second and the next.

The Skylark,

Frozen in mid-song

Suddenly skips a note

As the world catches up

With itself.

And at its own pace

Everything continues

To move forward

In time, together.