Time Is… And Then Becomes

People come and go,

things become green,

and some turn pale yellow

time is… and then becomes.

Thirsty sands plea heavy clouds,

burning trees die unable to breathe,

while our history begins to build,

time is… and then becomes.

Day meets night,

dark becomes light,

seconds run into minutes,

bells chime at every hour mark

hinting the inevitable start

of the next day to come,

time is… and then becomes.

The wind blows,

our eyes stare and blink,

youth blooms

and as each one of us leaves,

years turn into centuries,

time is… and then becomes.

The sea rises and shifts,

shores change, and life evolves,

new minds try to decipher our lives

from the footprints we left behind

between each layer of the land,

time is… and then becomes.

an Inspiration Sunday poem
poetry about the ephemeral characteristics of time,
and how the present soon becomes the past