Sunny weather in Oregon
snowflakes on a campfire

Clouds hurrying on the blue
fluffy shapes we admire

Trees that fall beyond the edge
with roots that hug unstable soil

Soft earth that runs and slips
cannot the many waves foil

A little waterfall that lives
but only till the tide’s homecoming

As do the patterns in the sand
that cannot stand the flow’s incoming

The camera that caught this scene
it almost died in flying spray

Soon it also will end
and… so will all of us, one day