Are we but ephemera,

Or timeless?

A work of art

That disappears

Gradually

In the mists of time?

This material form

That endures so short a time.

Then, reappearing

In the dewdrops

Of a frosty Autumn morn,

And in the sunlight

Of a bright Spring dawn.

The comforting songs

Of a dawn bird singing.

In the distant church bells

Where peals are ringing.

In all these things

We are timeless.