Like the snow that falls gently silently
without warning it drifts.
Clouds like the snow waft here and there
drifting where no man could go.
waves as white as pure driven snow
crash to the shore, effortlessly, without care
breaking waves rushing madly not gently
not silently, not drifting but relentless
The sand sifts through the sieve of time
its hands pushing glass through moments
seconds mashing it to a find dust called sand
then it drifts, as time wanted it to, drifts.