West Coast Park

Time never stands still
A place is just there
but time makes it different
as each minute and second is laid bare

Clouds are nameless
till we assign to their fluid form
meanings that we choose to see
until they disperse and are gone

Structures are massive
compared to you and me
But nature is impressive
when we see things in perspective

Someday there will be no clouds in the sky
as prophesized by the writing on the wall
Till then we should ponder on our deeds
amend our actions, heed the call Before we perish and time disappears
too late to save ourselves from the inevitable fall