Beneath the sky where stars collide,
I built my dreams on shifting sand.
The winds of fate, they gently glide,
And everything I held in hand,
Was fleeting, like the morning mist,
A kiss upon the ocean's tide,
A moment that could not persist,
No matter how I grasped or tried.
Easy come, and easy go,
Like blossoms on the breeze.
The world will turn, the rivers flow,
And carry what it sees.
I reached, I loved, I yearned to stay,
But time has taught me well:
What comes with ease can drift away,
Like echoes in a shell.
I watched the seasons paint the trees,
Each branch adorned with autumn's gold.
The leaves would fall with such soft ease,
Too delicate for me to hold.
I realized then, the dance of life,
Is more a sway than grasping tight,
To clutch too hard invites the strife
Of losing what we claim as right.
