The great fallen
magnificent in their death throes;
flimsy beacons of a cold decay.
The retreat of green
against the coming of the frost.
A torrential onslaught pushing,
fighting against the glorious.
The silent saviors,
martyrs of time armored and armed,
herders of the weak, sculptors
pushing and pulling.
The ironic preservers;
an unending defiance against the imminent,
against the tides and winds.
Through all Time.