Time stops for no one

She’s not in a rush

She’s calculated, measured

Covert and hushed

She’s patient, detailed

Adept at sleight of hand

She’s seen in seasons

And where a tree no longer stands

She’s sneaky but intentional

Punctual, her middle name

She tracks the seconds

And a lifetime of gains

She favors no one

She sees all the same

A constant observer

No glory no blame