Kamimakuna

Life is like the wind-blown sand They never, in one place, stop and stand. From stillness to motion with a breath of life, They can be funny or more painful than a knife. They fly at different speeds due to size and design But never travel straight and true in a clear line. They both have many highs and lows As they sail along to and fro. Inevitably the driving winds will stall And they will stop where they fall.

Everything is gone,                    only memories remain.