Draped
Draped across the mountain range
A damp silver blanket
Remnants of last night's thunder storm
This morn's greatest asset
Miles swiftly pass on by, and time
In rear view mirror flies
Never to be seen again
In a second it dies
Fleeting moments of our lives pass
Captured only in thoughts
Stored in full color, choreographed
By best Master sought
Time runs through the last hour glass
It seems to pick up speed
Sands can not be slowed or halted
Those savored moments do good deeds
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