Like sandcastles washed away by the incoming tide,
This earthly sojourn is a fleeting ride,
Vanishing without a trace,
Or footprints erased by nighttime's haste,
Which covers and conceals all that once appeared So very real,
Ethereal captains at the helm,
Steering into invisible realms,
Enwrapped in life's grand illusion,
The more we seek to grasp,
The more the flow diverts our clasp,
And dissipates,
Like fireflies on the breeze,
Each season appears and flees,
Disappearing without notice,
And like lotus we grow and rise,
Reaching higher to the skies,
And then wither into winter.
Dormant we sleep,
In mud so very deep,
Only to greet the sun,
In the dark,
IKR