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.