Guardofall

 Go Back Our Custom Poem:

 Crowds resort to their safeguard Cars are scant and roads deserted A slight wind unsettles the silence All that is left is a diaphanous ecstasy

Tis' like the Goldilocks' Tale The second heaven Just right for the sustenance of our kind What could go wrong!

The lapse of eternity broken by the rooster's crow Looking out at the trees, bushes -- upright for work Everything changes in a few hours time But that third heaven

It mocks during its prime Whence it holds the wonders of our world But we are too old oblivious For it is the only thing which never moves

Alas, who will ever know what it holds Power beyond compare Restraint unmatched Our only connection to what is creation

Is it morally a symbol of remembrance? The canopy of trivial souls But the start of something larger Always there to remain

Constantly watching The eye of all eyes The true protector A veil over mankind