Sonnet 12 Poem by Octavian Cocos

The sand flows slowly in the hourglass
Completely silent, while the time goes by
And every moment swallows down, alas,
People and tree and animal and fly,
And waters, forests, kingdoms of a king,
And cultivated fields that please the eye,
And the alluring beauty of the spring,
And all the other seasons, wet or dry,
And shining stars and planets, new and old,
And lofty supernovas, which all glow,
And satellites and comets icy cold,
And universes lying in a row...
Time will destroy all things, maybe for fun,
But only to renew them one by one.