Can you hear the waves?
Crashing through the caves,
Every inch, every glimpse,
There's a jinks.

Can you feel the air?
Touching your svelte hair,
Maybe it touched your heart,
Like you're a subtle art.

As they say; seasons change,
It will quickly rearrange,
No more waves for you to hear,
The change you always fear.

As you roam your eyes,
You'll remember that time flies,
You wasted the moment,
You never noticed even one movement.

Wait for a falling star,
Wish rather than putting it in a jar,
You will start to appreciate everything,
**When everything becomes nothing,