You Are Transient

You. You are transient You are a leaf on a humid summer’s day Waking to the flutter of the wind. You. You are transient You. You are transient You are a snowflake dashing across the sky hurried by the icy polar breeze You. You are transient. You. You are transient You are a musical note hailing from a sorprano’s lips so readily absorbed and so easily forgotten You. You are transient You are a moon whose curve dwindles as night darkens in stormy repose You. You are transient You are a white rose whose fluttering eyelids engulf the entire forest Until decay sinks in its teeth You. You are transient You are a dancer whose footsteps are the clipclops of my own feet until I encounter a different rhythm on these unruly streets You. You are transient. You flutter dash are forgotten dwindle decay simply disappear.