Sonnet 15
They grow, they change, and within our own eyes
We watch their smiles, we attend their tears
Then as an autumn leaf before it dies
They give their green to their yellowing years.
What rack, what hurt, what agony, what pain
Can we carry with them, to soothe their woe?
Though we much want, our wishes are in vain,
For each has a time and a way to go.
The will of a human is great indeed
The way a grain of sand is great as well,
When humans run after a shiny need
A sandstorm blows unseen, and rings their bell
Aside a river, when I sit and gaze,
With passing waters I see passing days.
