listening to the water flow.

Making footprints soon to be erased by an approaching wave.

Walking in the woods,

listening to the wind blow

leaving a trail soon to be erased by a coming storm.

Standing still in time,

watching the sun rise.

Being swallowed by it when it slowly sets.

Walking through the night

listening to it as it dies.

Slowly being taken with it

to a point of no return.

whirlpool

 

~DieAnne (July 6, 2014)