Time

He watches from the sleepy hill
upon a rock he stands and sees
the quiet, verdant plain, so still
no sound except the summer breeze

The children run across the plain
and silence breaks like fragile glass
They laugh, though long lost warriors slain,
they lie beneath the earth and gress

A single tear, the watcher sheds
As Time, it passes like the wind
And Fate, she weaves these many threads
of innocents and those who've sinned