Cycle

Our lives are sand upon the shore,

Swept out to sea and back once more,

In constant flux, these sands of time,

And when we’re gone the stars still shine,

Upon the place we used to be,

Where pictures fade and memories flee

To disappear amongst the crowd

Of wispy visions that like a cloud

Are blown away by windy breath,

While hand in hand we walk with Death.

And yet the cycle carries on,

It doesn’t care that we are gone.

It never slows, it never stops,

They plant the seeds then gather crops.

And what is it we left behind?

Our bodies gone, our hearts and minds.

Just our children and theirs that follow,

Who have our eyes that see tomorrow,

The sands still shift before the tide,

The cycle cannot be denied.