Our canvas of clandestine curiosity ⭐️

Such a canvas of clandestine curiosity ,a magical, marvellous moonlit monstrosity..

Whilst our lightness from the sun and the darkness from the moon

Gives us early dawn, late duskiness with our midday twelve o’ clock noon..

Earth’s term of time that turns on by, from past to present pointers in but the blink of an eye 

Our lifespan of lastingness, moment’s of many a moon . yet all our tomorrows become our yesterday, in but a burst of a balloon..

There isn’t absolutely anything that anyone can do

to eke out our moments of momentums moving on through..

The agelessness of amaranthine accererates like a breeze

An endlessness of evermore so impossible to freeze.. 

A ceaseless continuity, tick.tock.tick.tock

Goes our chronologic chimes of an everlasting clock..

A neverending undying that leaves us all aghast

 Whilst we are left with only photographs from our memorable past..

Yes humanity is not immortal, we are but smidgens of dust

Fresh as a daisy from our birth but through old age we may rust..

And at the Lord’s command we deteriorate and disintegrate