Becoming a friend of time,
A companion to cross far plains,
To trek long hills in metal snakes,
He goes by many names,
But orders chaos all the same,
Faithful Logos, Prince of Peace,
Upon which things rest and constitute,
This mighty time to hold all things together.

Glowing lights adorn the tree across the road,
Exuberant fairies blinking in cold blues and warm oranges,
Its trunk flows seamlessly out from its roots,
And holds the little fairies with care.

A street light stands to attention,
Watching the cool streets with a fiery gaze,
It towers like a bastion,
Bearing the frigid darkness and halting its charge.

They seem to silently speak,
Their feet encased in the earth,
They remain still.