They are older than you or I
can ever be.
Older than age itself.
And because they have defied time
rooted in this place,
gripping the earth
with pithy and tenacious talons,
gazed from on high
at the scurrying malcontents
that pass for life in this place,
they are afforded a unique
perspective on the passing days,
objective, yet timeless as a stone.
They are not given to opinion.
Nor are they compelled to be right.
They fight no wars
save for the occasional struggle
against the blade.
They watch us every day
and they never
ever forget