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.