It seems like it was only yesterday
When I had left that unpretentious abode
Where within its protective walls
I had enjoyed my memorable haven
Where I had nurtured my roots,
Oblivious to passing time;
I remember the big, old tree,
That appeared gnarled and ready
To fend off the onslaught
Of the elements; I wonder if it
Still stands firmly planted
Battling storms of wind and rain,
The heat of the midday sun —
A cool sentinel in proximity
To my bedroom window.

I would intently listen
To its expostulations reiterated
In the wild shivers of its limbs;
I remember the landscape around
Where Nature had stamped
Its form indelibly; the stirring
Melody of songbirds falling gently
On my ears at the break of dawn;
The sunlight filtering through
My window in the morning;
The summer breeze wafting
The aroma of roses in full bloom,
Alluding to yet another
Pleasant day in the making.

I cannot turn back the clock, but
There is another one in my head —
One with unseen pointers, moving
Across an unseen dial,
Registering times of days gone by,
Its pendulum swinging
Backward and forward in concert
With the master clock of eternity.


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