The clock is ticking

Faster as it can 

There's no time to waste 

When there's much work at hand

 

 

The hour glass slips the sand

The dunes of time shifting swiftly as best it can

Moments slipping off our hands 

Hoping to achieve all that I best simply can

 

The tides are turning to and fro

Ebbs or lowest low, the life flows

How much can we make when waves row

 Mountains best perceived as moles and seeds

 

 

The river rushes downhill

Never to retreat

Water once flows forward

So does life never backward breathes