The Art of Evaporation

Nothing on this earth will last forever Buildings crumble, skin wrinkles, flowers brown.
Even the most enduring fails this endeavour,
The strong and daunting mountains wearing down.
No one is immune to Times callous clock
Or scythe that cruelly cuts down all loved ones.
Fear strikes through hearts at the sound of his knock
As he snatches parents, pets, daughters, sons.
But hope flowers in this grey, bleak vision.
Though Time cannot be defeated by me,
Beauty and Time can dodge a collision
Despite Times strength humankind can be free.
As we dare to set our pens to paper
Our love lives on, not turning to vapor.