"Moment's Erosion"

As moments in this era fade, The peaks are whisk without delay. Gentle fields of grey and blue, Even felt within the velvet hues. Buildings, stones, and earths entire, All wash away with erosion's desire. Red and yellow falls at night, Eternity comes to take its flight. People, visages, all fade, As existence origins all evade. Amanda Reneau 2-6-08