...In River Of Time

Grains on the ground With water blossom Blossom into plants Plants blossom into tree The tree become grey The grey will fall In the river of time Books were created They should be open Open to be read Read to understand Understood when finish In the river of time Candles give light In the river of time Their stem will shorten When shorten, we see dark The books will close The trees will fall Candles blow away Sometimes eyes cry Memories we hold But soon we will fall In the river of time Dedicated: (To Her late Father in law) Publish work of Eyan Desir