Summer’s Dwindling Days

Oh praise the blissful water,
the ripple of all life,

the icy splash and scream
of sea and pond,  the rock and slap
against the bottom of the boat,

And praise the sand
as It pours from the glass
too fast,  too fast.

Every granule
leaves a memory
of its passing,

Every sunlit morning
sings praises
to a dwindling store,

Every grain is precious.
Every moment begs one more.

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