RedRavenPoems

Like the ripple on the water, made from a pebbles drop. The passage of time will never stop.

On and on it marches by. Taking all of the years along for the ride. Like a rolling tide it washes year’s away. Into the far past they will fade.

A child is born, they grow big and strong. They learn the difference of right or wrong. Time moves on, they bend with age. Racked with pains as the body starts to decay.

A mountain rises from beneath the earth. Mighty, towering with a tremendous burst. But time moves on, winds tear them down. Erosion brings them to a rounded crown.

Seasons change, always so. First comes spring, then summer, now fall and winter oh no. 

Time rolls around, just like a wheel. Bringing everything to heel. Making all things begin to kneel.

New ages dawn, new calamaties strike. Sometimes they are times of great strife. But it always goes the same old way. Time rolls them under and they begin to fade.

Time rolls around, just like a wheel. Bringing everything to heel. Making all things begin to kneel.