Sand quietly falling
Breaths and memories
Lost to nature's calling
A day feels like a year
Yet a year feels like a day
Endless moment's of anguish
To time's wealth, fall pray
Lost in a single moment
Battered by a storm
In retrospect a gift
When finally you transform
The soother of most ills
A path to detachment and calm
In harmony with remembrance of God
Time is the greatest healing balm
