Transforming

Crashing waves of fury,

Unsettled by the hands of time.

Unleashed gentleness upon,

The ocean so pure.

It is with dignity that life begins,

Such is a ripple on the pond of the eternal.

Entering celebrated,

Exit mourned;

Similar to the dew of morn;

Here for but a blink,

et passes beyond;

Though still here it is;

Such is life beyond our senses,

ur grasp on things.

Transient beings,

Transforming,

Eternally.

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