In the tapestry of eternity, where moments weave and blend,
Resides a spirit with eyes that see beyond the end.
Time's silent sentinel, it stands with quiet grace,
Glimpsing the past, present, and future's intertwined embrace.

With eyes like ancient galaxies, swirling with cosmic lore,
It peers into the depths of what has been and what's in store.
Each blink, a fleeting echo of moments lost in flight,
Yet within its gaze, the essence of all things alight.

Eyes of time has seen the past, future and present of the woods.
This spirit is about wisdom and guiding its wearer through the path of time lines. Carrying a green/yellow spinel third eye and hiding eye in its mouth.