Visit Does End Poem by Okim Otu

How high the eagle flies
How wide it wings
As moment slipped off our fingers
It must to lowly dust return

This adorable flower
How much it's cherished
By it zealous admirers
But the sun open it mouth
And dimmed it glowing beauty

This first cry
That birthed joyful songs
Ends with the last breath
That flows river of tears

Visit does end
Sojourn terminates
Travellers return home
Even of royals
Even of puppets
Even of a thousand days
Visit does end