It's About Time

In a space, vast and wide energy called time dwells inside. Time was different for you and me.
Time was an eternity.
Time was out doing as she pleased, running freely with Grandfather Tree.
Tree roots were like legs and could run, so Time and Grandfather were always out having fun.
Laughter sang like a melody, happy and free, as the leaves of the trees danced joyfully in the breeze.
An abundance of sea tides sways forth then back, like magic never leaving a track.
The mountains could speak, and the hills spoke back.
There was no rushing or stress. All was at peace, and life was at leisure, to say the least.
But things were different above than below. Time never looked up; she just went with the flow.

Above, higher than the birds could fly, the stars and a clockolater reside. The stars did as told and stayed on track. Everything had structure and knew how to act.
Nothing was free; all had its place. You see, everything is in order in space.
Clockolater was lonely and had no friends. He thought, "All this freedom has got to end."
Clockolater's heart began to fill with ill will because he never experienced all of life's thrills.
"I'll fix Time for feeling free and having fun ignoring me."
As the clockolater's jealousy grew, his bully streak also grew. At the speed of light, the clockolater transformed into someone new.
The clockolater blew with all his might, and the sky broke in two turnings, half-day and half-night.
Tornado-sized winds blew the moon in front of the sun, and the sky was dark for everyone.
The warm air instantly turned ice cold.
The mountains covered themselves with a blanket of snow.
The hills rolled close, with nowhere to go. The sea tides drew back and hid inside their shore.
Time stood still, locked in one place, no longer free to roam around space.
Grandfather knew time would pass. He had to work fast so Time could last.
Grandfather called out hiding in me. I will protect you through eternity."
He spread his branches and caught Time before she was lost just in Time.
The winds spun Time so fast that rings were formed in her path
Grandfather held on tight with all his might and watched as his leaves blew out of sight
As the cold winds gathered and spun all around
It froze Grandfather's roots deep into the ground.
Grandfather knew the moment had come; this was the last Time he would ever run.
When the winds had calmed and everyone was at rest, Time looked out and thought, "What a mess!"
Mother Time needed answers. She looked up high, "Why are you so angry in the sky?
Mother Time is now locked in one place, and the Clockolater realizes, "No Time, no space."
Clockolater saw what had been done. "I'm so sorry. Time, I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
Time smiled, and then Clockolater said, "Could we be friends? I promise never to be a bully again.
Time and Clockolater made amends, and that's why we still have friends today.
"Time, I will give you all my space so you can move freely inside this place.
Clockolater noticed three wheels spinning with grace.
Then he softly blew the winds and united time with space.
Time, she placed her hands over the wheels. Hour, second, minute, their purpose was sealed.
Clockolater realized his plight.
The past was last, and a new future was in sight
Now Clockolater knew how to make all his wrongs right
Above the wheels, he laid twelve marks, setting in motion for a new day to start.
Each mark was unique, although their purpose was the same, so Time gave each one a name.
One, two, and three." Time stopped thinking what the next would be. "Four, five, six, seven, and eight. Hands and marks work as partners great. Nine, ten, eleven, and twelve stood proud at the top.
On that day, Clockolater and Time created the clock.
Clockolater and Time never looked back. The clock reminds us how to stay on track. If you're wondering if they're still friends today, just look at the clock, working together every hour, every second, and every minute of each day.

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