He stood still for eons,
Watching the needles of time move
Helpless to do naught but watch
As the seasons passed him by.
His stars came and went,
Unfamiliar ones took their place
As he stood still and strong,
Unable to stop their passing.
His soul longed to flow
As unshed lava festered too long,
To rain upon the world,
The poetry of his heart.
He longs to reach out and touch
Those yellow petals he loved,
He longs to sprout a smile
That doesn’t end in fire.
He watches change come over again,
Unable to change anything himself,
As yet another Winter
Passes into spring,
He stands still, and stoic
As he has, for millennia unchanged.