Brief

Days cast into months,

months moulting into years

Years addling more

to the already plentiful,

scars and wrinkles

As the ageless stars,

oceans and mountains

Twinkle, roar and stand tall,

unmoved

By the plight of humans

going through the brevity of life,

it were as if a suffering endless

Whilst no more than a blink

in the scheme of infinity