Sonnet: All Things Perish

All things must crumble to the soil some day, The wind carrying it to a diff’rent place; The mighty seas erode the land and bay; Every man has to senility face! All mountains, hills could flatten to be plains, And plains may rise up as mounts overnight; Someday, one must suffer too diff’rent pains; Despite the Sun, man could lose much sunlight. But actions could have bad repercussions; We must think of the aftermath always; Lasting peace comes only by discussions; The face of earth- let not man ev’r efface. All things ought to but naturally decay; The Universe heeds to the Maker’s say.