But so do the things that cant be easily seen.Every blue we all have to meet in the middle somewhere.

Image via Wikipedia                The Sands Of Time

                                The sands of time falls at there own pace,

                                they refuse to follow anyone’s instructions.

                                The hourglass dares to defy father time again,

                                but is the best of friends with Mother Nature.

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                                The sands of time are as old as God himself,

                                the many fine grains can tell a real fine story.

                                If you listen very carefully to the blowing wind,

                                it to will tell you a story that is almost magical.

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                               Mother Nature still sits on her royal regal throne,

                               her golden-jeweled crown and scepter is nearby.

                               Her servants tend to her bidding without fussing,

                               Father time does not anger Mother Nature much.

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                              The sun, moon and stars are on constant guard,

                              they monitor what goes on in the huge galaxy.

                              A report to Mother Nature is given constantly,

                              she writes them in a golden book with gold pens.

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                             The man in the moon just hangs around constantly,

                             he will play his magical fiddle if you ask him to.

                             On a cool cloudy night you can hear his fiddle play,

                             his musical melodies can be heard around the world.

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                             All of the above works hand in hand and always will,

                             one can’t do anything without the other components.

                            Three times a year they all have a huge conference,

                            there is a million and one thing to discuss that night.

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                            All this goes on while us humans do our daily chores,

                            or tucked safely away in our warm beds and dreams.

                            Then all of us open our eyes to a whole new morning,

                            we have no idea that nature was busy with her agenda.

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                            Everything starts all over with each upcoming morning,

                           a never-ending process that will never end anytime soon.

                           If the human population ever knew that all this existed,

                          they would call all of us a figment of your imagination.