Is time a circle
As some now seem to say,
Is it a multidirectional force,
Not just flowing one way.
Was there an orchard on Orchard Road
A paddock where The Paddock stands:
In the not too distant past
Had they been agricultural lands.
Now they're covered in buildings
And all that remains
Is the thought of that lost countryside
Suggested by those names.
Perhaps in a distant future
This area is wooded and green
Horses graze the paddock,
Where now buildings are seen
And a being of that time
Can so freely pass
Not on asphalt and concrete
But on soft lush green grass
Listening as it walks
To the humming of the bees
Darting and dancing through
An orchard's whispering trees.
Perhaps time is a circle
That ebbs and flows both ways
Where things come and go, a mix
Of past present and future days.
