Waves of emerald and deep forest green;
Swaying branches of leaf-foliage trees.
Along the forest’s grassy ledge
Encroaching and clinging the river’s edge
That quiet, rippling stream.
Waves of foam rolling in the ocean breeze;
Roaring and rising high above the salty sea.
Only to stumble and fall into the watery abyss
To dissipate beneath the ocean’s crest
Until no longer visible; no longer seen.
Lonesome waterfowl glides ever so silently
Over the swelling waves of the sea
Searching for a place to rest
With eyes so keen and wings outspread
Until his journey is complete.
Waves of time sift unswervingly
Through the furrowed land and turbulent sea;
Its’ silent resounding echo cannot be heard
Yet time’s unseen presence affects all life on earth
Until it is swallowed by eternity.
