Rememe Card #112

Morning Echoes

Yesterday, dawn arose, morning's haunting grace.
Time stood still, night revealed its face.
Those present yesterday, might not be here tomorrow,
Echoes of them linger, evoking hope and sorrow.
The Green remains silent, unaware what lies behind.
Doors keep their secrets, hidden from our eyes.
It doesn't choose the hour, nor is it bound by place,
Transcending softly, traversing time and space.