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Sentinels

 

Standing on hilltops

Silent sentinels watching

Faces weathered with time

Watching humanities passing

 

Formed deep in the earth

Before time was recorded

Thrust upwards with force

To view light un-thwarted

 

Time meaning nothing

As they stand and bare witness

They laugh silently at

Humanities foolishness

 

Drifting purposefully

In the outer rings of space

Guarding the emptiness

Giant sentinels of space

 

Their looming presence

Predates time felt

Formed in the blackness

Of ebony itself

 

To view these sleeping giants

We send tiny specs

Briefly waking from slumber

Eyes open in respect

 

They smile as we pass

They know our time is short

A blink in their slumber

Ignoring lessons taught

 

We have one thing in common

The sentinels and us

A single common origin

Being formed from dust

 

Unlike humanity

Sentinels show wisdom

Patience their virtue

Not greed or destruction

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