Time
It flattens mountains and raises plains.
It carves rock, and calms wind.
It chases storms, and wins races.
It soars swiftly on wings of angels.
It silences voices who dare object.
It is indiscriminate in its wrath,
unprejudiced in its smiting.
It outlasts all, except its maker.
Time, it is, above all else,
that is the constant
bane of our existence.