her name is TIME...

She's allover the earth, I smell her in the air.                     She chimes accross my ears like the weaver birds of so many years  who clauster the bank of  an ancient river's tears... She is a lioness that waits upon her cubs by the hearth, amidst  winter's cold and dearth... She is the true meaning of day and night... She's a mansion of so many accomodations yet un-mentioned... She has put life itself in detention, for All will pause should her  pulse rust. Her name is TIME.