The Creep of Rust

The Creep of Rust

In rust’s slow dance on iron’s face,

Patience weaves its tangled lace.Time etches beauty in decay
Revealing secrets as it frays.

Metal’s sheen gives way to age,

A stubborn creep from nature’s cage.Each flake a whisper of the past
In the stillness, growth holds fast.

Forged in fires, once pristine,

Now wears time’s mark, a quiet sheen.Rust blooms in shades of muted gold
A story of the brave and bold.

From polished glow to weathered crust,

Transformation’s patient trust.Change unravels with a steady pace
Crafting wisdom in its space.

Grains of iron yield to fate,

As years conspire, rusts create.In every scar, a tale is told
Of persistence and the bold.

The slow erosion of the fine,

Turns fleeting moments into time.In the metal’s veins, a saga’s run
A proof to what’s begun.

So let rust claim its silent throne,

For in its decay, new seeds are sown.Patience turns the harsh to art
Forging uniqueness from the start.