Willow in the tree

Blossom blooms in the summer day, Flowers showing a variety of colours. Looking up and down at displays in summer gardens, One must obey. Learning the Latin names of years gone past, we just make them up as we go along.

Willows grow to heights one must climb.

Author: UnFathem Cortex

Just a viewer of time and what makes a day. I see and analyze what went before and after. Just looking through the schism of time.