I hear the ticking of the clock like a lulling melody,
Like a slow murmur; a memento mori.
I feel the passing of time with the cool northern breeze,
I hear it almost everyday in the rustling of the leaves.
With every raindropp that trickles down,
I remember the countless moments that have come and gone.
The morning sunrise brings forth another day,
And the sunset reminds me that another has passed away.