Time on the Hillside

Time and I sat on the hillside, enjoying the peace of the summer time. Above was only placid blue, and Time, apparently at ease, had laid aside his scythe and sat contemplative, a smile of contentment upon his face as daisies and grasses grew about the scythe, partially concealing it. Truly, we had not a care in the world, and Time was a cheerful companion, for he would laugh and make jokes and tell such wonderful stories of what was and would be. Upon that hillside there was peace, an everla...