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