• Like sand in the winds
    Of an Arizona plain,
    They come and they go,
    But returning? Never again.

    Like the long, long beaches
    Of the deep Florida coast,
    Morphed by waves,
    Bent and broke.

    Like the tall, dark pines
    Of an amazing Carolina wood,
    A gift from God,
    Beautiful; but isn't enjoyed like it should.

    Carried away,
    Bent and broke,
    Each one a gift from God.
    Oh, where have the days gone?