Here only for a while...

 

Transitory and ephemeral is our destiny

Nothing permanent or secure

a passing dream or phase

the inviolate does not exist

Seasons come and go

Night follows day for nought

Memories stored out of sight

The fields grow and die

to the fire or hay to be

then cast aside for the new

Fresh becomes sour

A wave only once reaches the shore

to rejoin others coming afore

Birth, death and resurrection

a pattern witnessed in cyclical nature

Young, fresh then old and jaded

fashions created, then discarded

New fresh paint, only a while for

then it is tarnished and dry

Clouds are formed, then into clusters

filled with rain to drench the earth

Then left to seep out of sight

on a landscape of changing light