Guardians of time

The guardians of time choose places to stand

Where the insignificant can find them when they’ve run out of wisdom

They dig their roots deep into the earth we can’t see

And let the wind caress them as though they were frail

In helplessness I watch the wind have its way with them

They shed their autumn leaves without holding back

How can they not keep a single leaf?

For the memory of summer or in hope for the spring

What did the wind promise that they believe in so much?

What are their roots hiding that they look so unmoved?

Let me sit here a little longer and perhaps I can learn

The ancient law of life, from the guardians of time.