Nature of Life

The sands of time, a silent steady flow, Where moments vanish like a whispered sigh, And shadows lengthen as the sunsets glow, A gentle fading as the seasons die. We watch the future with a questioning eye, And chase the echoes of an ancient age, While present moments swiftly leave the stage. The fragile blossoms of a fleeting spring, A testament to beauty's briefest grace, The songs of summer that the warm winds bring, A fleeting joy that leaves a vacant space. We search for solace in a loved one's face, And cling to memories where old echoes chime, A yearning for a more enduring time. The autumn leaves, a tapestry of gold, A gentle whisper of a fading year, The winter's silence, stories yet untold, A quiet waiting as the end draws near. We face the darkness with a trembling tear, And seek for meaning in the whisper's shout, A fragile hope that banishes all doubt. ©bfa040325