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Time
Time changes everything beyond our will
Specks of white we hold in our hands
Though we wish that it would still
The wind sweeps away time, these sands
Mother nature is caught in this dance
Always altering her soft tapestry
Dressed once in a gown of deep viridian
Then changing into gold of fallen leaves
Waters' hands dance gently upon the stones
Smoothing the surface in erosion
And we may question why the waves caress
But this is the path of time that's chosen
For Father time holds firm his sickle
His taunting ways are what is to be
And all I ask in this dance of time
Is that you'll always remember me...
~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-13-04
Specks of white we hold in our hands
Though we wish that it would still
The wind sweeps away time, these sands
Mother nature is caught in this dance
Always altering her soft tapestry
Dressed once in a gown of deep viridian
Then changing into gold of fallen leaves
Waters' hands dance gently upon the stones
Smoothing the surface in erosion
And we may question why the waves caress
But this is the path of time that's chosen
For Father time holds firm his sickle
His taunting ways are what is to be
And all I ask in this dance of time
Is that you'll always remember me...
~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-13-04
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