Time to a tree.
Like the rings of Saturn?
Parse and oblique.
One day to be dense,
Contributed to a greater anis
When time is kissing death.
See it wisping
Like the solar’s showers.
Above at height’s horizon,
Linear to see but vast in sense.
Where does it go?
Is it like that tree,
When it fell to show its rings.
A moment’s pause-
That said, balance is a whole.
A whisper’s bug. Burrowed
Deeper than the turtle’s foe
That wears about the swallow’s trough.
Making you wonder, if time ever did exist at all.