People come and go,

Like the seasons, phases of the moon.

Some will barely leave a footprint on my shore

Some will leave memories and a little more

Some will stay a while,

roots deep in my sands, in my mind

tide comes in, and goes out,

warm and cold, but always constant

despite the change in current

its still alright—

That little bird touched

down on the tree limb

She looked at the sky,

and then she was off again.

Be still my dying heart

I ain’t alive yet

It’s raining today

But the eye will pass over,

or me under the eye

Then it’ll be back and gone again

Just the same

Same as it always was.

The drops gather into puddles

Just the same

Just the same

Same as it always was

The footprints wash away

Just the same