Mountains, moors; sea, sky and cloud,
Ever-changing but the same.
A lifelong familiar friendly crowd,
Since I to consciousness first came.

These are constants which I love in life,
For they appear as if unchanging.
At odds with time and its sculpting knife,
Which all else keeps rearranging.

I delight to know that in ages past,
Such vistas were the same.
Reassured that they are set to last,
Future generations from us claim.

A world without such would be adrift,
Antiquity's anchors of assurance.
Timescales lost without their gift,
Little sense of Earth's endurance.

Nothing with which to time compare,
And gauge our own short term.
As the always-been-and ever-there,
Against the changing world stand firm.

Uncomplicated, they provide a calm,
And bestill untranquil views.
The artillery of anxiousness disarm,
To engage with such, refuse.

So, when life is a complex place to be,
Demands diurnal to be met.
Regard vast timeless sky and sea,
To have perspective due reset.