As the ether of the night slowly envelopes the daylight hours, and the distant stars sparkle like something lost, so time slows and turns.
In the deepest darkness the colours like a rainbow twist and turn, as they have always done, far more distant than a tiny mind can comprehend.
I think, I wonder, yet there is no answer to be found, no age to be told. One more light in the midnight sky amongst a million others.
If I knew what may truly be would I consider at all or would I continue in wonder that something else may be?
The midnight chime in the winter chill echoes its resonating sound, to where it fades, never to be seen or heard again.
Gentle breaths in slumber state, slow ever more to finally end.
Silence.
What now lives on?
The Friendship Tree 