Sometimes, as the world goes by
And I stand still
And feathers fly
And puddles fill
And meadows dry
And shadows fall from out the sky
And cast uncertainties at hand
And seasons pass
And I still stand
For reasons I don’t truly know
Watching maples slowly grow
And starlings go
And darlings die
I sit and lowly wonder why
We’re flushed waist deep in changing tides
Upon these slowly creeping rides
That never lead away from where
We came upon this tiny terre
Where we dare to stand and stare
And care for life, although it’s very
Very brittle
In a world so vast, and time so little
Whittling away our daunting days
In ever-pondered, wandered ways
That lead us back to where we came
So we may die
As the same old world still saunters by