How many sunsets have you stolen from me? How many years have passed by my eyes? And how many more remain?
You are a worthy adversary; for you weaken even the strongest of men and crumble the tallest mountains. You carve rivers and canyons and give wisdom to the unwise.
How many sunsets have you stolen from me?
You are why the mighty oak has not fallen and the bird gives thanks. You have seen cities rise and fall and mountains crumble under your might. Your face is like granite unchanging with each passing day.
You are our father; Father time.