Capricious clouds we know and cherish
Unfurling like a fisher’s netting
They come to birth and then they perish
We are adoring, then forgetting

I can’t forget the yellow flowers
That sprouted in the sunkissed field
Where I spent countless cheerful hours
The memories are pressed and sealed

The field is gone but I still breathe
The world around me falls and rises
Like the water in the salted seas
A ticking clock with no surprises

The ocean’s days are all the same
But water lives in constant change