On the days past remembering
Clocks have lost the time
Calendars track years gone past
Dates grow upon the vines
A minute has become minute
The plants have taken it all back
Asphalt turned to soil
Steel turned to trellises
Glass a porthole to sun
Smoke the air they breathe
Unbroken they stand
With only night and day
And the ever growing green
To stand testimony to time
In silence they live
In winter they sleep
In harmony they create
In light they give and take
In equal measure
The superior species has won
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