Alone on the Path
Isolated under the expanse of the forest
Freed from the Past
Left only with Today
Trudging through the trees
The trees that count the years in rings
That today’s leaves breath life into
-Living AS Time-
Callus to anything under a decade
Yet, capturing each moment in the fiber of its being
Deep in the heartwood lies the seedling still
Avatar of youth now long dead
Birth its only contribution
To that which now stands
Where neither storm nor hand has touched
Embracing its youth
With mature resolve
To never release its sound wood
Which gives to the tree strength
Yet I scurry by
-Consuming Time-
Walking where only today’s Sun shines
Releasing the Past as a matter of survival
Living the Future a day at a time
Absorbing from the Now what I can
Expelling the rest into the Past
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In the Court of the White Bear 