Iron wheels keeping time:
Endless freight train rolling by
Past a butterfly.
Allows us all, briefly, a moment away from time. ☕
The clouds are shuffled
The alchemist of the trees
Turns green into gold.
Monday's balm. ☕
I move in my sleep
I travel through time and space:
Which explains bed-hair.
The tuning fork for the day ahead. ☕
In life's orchestra
We can play second fiddle:
That's not a cymbal.
The skeleton key to the doors of imagination. đŸ”‘☕
Are we exhibits?
Listed, sorted, curated
In Time's museum?
Stirring stuff. ☕