Stagnant it stands,
it sees you pass by
it sees you live
you don’t even notice
It extends it’s arm
so it can be touched
it grants you a breath
but you still don’t notice
It sees you age
and build things around it
but it remains
stagnant
and you still don’t notice
Until one day
you age you grow
you visit it
you grab it’s arm
and wish you were it
but it’s too late,
you’re old you fade
but it remains stagnant.