Nature's Passing Moments

In the warm morning light, young laughter soars

Through the grassy fields, where time's river pours

The seasons will change and our youth will glide

On nature's forever-flowing tide. 

As Winter's whispers fade into Spring's song, 

We chase the sun and dance along. 

Yet in the fast fleeting moments here, 

Time surges, drawing us near and near. 

In the hush of daybreak, our laughter decays,

Like the cawing of crows as they fly away,

Their dark wings slice through bright blue skies,

And our fleeting youthful moments float away like weighted sighs. 

Underneath fluffy clouds, where a gentle breeze kisses our faces,

The Sun’s fingertips brush past our skin, leaving behind sunkissed traces.

These moments slip from our grasp like sand in fanned-out hands.

Youth resembles a brief sunny day, which in time’s rapid, floats away.