Again, an old, untitled poem; but one of my favourites nonetheless.....

The sands keep on rolling
Dewdrops over the only leaf
Age, slow but formidable
Conquers all;

Leaves wither, fall to the ground
Young, promising chrysanthemums wilt
Even as old, unbecoming banyans carry on
Paradoxically.

The sky changes, from red to blue
Then to red again, then-
As the transition to black begins
The sun will have to go down.