Dewdrops vanish in the warmth.
Lightning fades in a flash.
The moon waxes and wanes; the stars die
the flesh rots; the leaves dry.
Lives waste away
Time flies yet changes stay.
Nothing remains the same
Even you and I will turn to nothing
as the world's mosaic blends in passing.

Our bodies will wilt like flowers,
which each moment slowly devours.
But in such passing there are things
we leave behind
for tomorrow to find.
In my old shell, there it resides,
everlasting and indelible in wake,
that death and passing cannot take.