Transient Nature

Each boulder in the sand
Leaves imprints in this land,
Sticking if only for a second
To be washed away, I reckon. 

Each tree that grows so tall
Will grow older and older and fall,
Once a brilliant obelisk to creatures
Lays on the forest floor littered. 

Each life that is born to-day
Is given a name to say,
And granted a hundred years
To leave something forever and dear. 

We built the buildings from stone
And ousted time alone,
Hopefully our dirty plastic sits
On our feebly crafted stints
But nothing can last all of time
Like the meaning of a rhyme.

Let the winds and mountains judge
How permanent our exhausted sludge.

Man's poison will seep through sand
And collect in the trees of this land,
And maybe our lives born to-day
Will have nothing left to say.

What do you think? Criticisms and praise welcome.

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