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