clepsydra
The year must sing.
Its' time yet nigh, shall be anew.
Number, one more.
The stream measures.
The lake collects.
The fall ensures the cloud accepts.
Drops coalesce, come into rest.
Into the dirt where they fit best.
Azul to somber, breath becomes tight.
Rapid, unending. To day, through night.
Years gone by, year to come.
Time waxes. Rain, bar none.