Rip-tide

There is nothing we can do

To still life's moment-tide

See how snowflake slips into dew

Covering country-side

See how wee boy becomes a man

And youth gasps; he is old

While ever in a moment-span

Its stunning laws unfold

And there is nothing we can do

For moments never rest

Ah yes, me-thinks there is one thing

…we can do our best

© Janet Martin