Memoirs Of The Mountain-1

That year,
The leaves changed colours, 
They were sprinkled white, 
The ground cracked, 
Water filled in them, 
And the green grew.
But time stood still. 

That year, 
A year of suffering, 
Many killed in the wars of men, 
And many by the wrath of the mother,
But time stood still.

That year, 
New lives were born,
Old ones forgotten, 
But for her,
Time stood still.

The oceans within her calm,
She looked out,
And it whirred,
A blur.
But the time stood still.