Time grays the sands,
with inevitable duty,
and dries the seas with reluctant pleasure,
it salts the trees by moonlight,
and turns the pages of space with a wrinkled hand.
Tarnishing blades of grass,
it strikes the desert in the night,
it makes a beginning at the end,
And all that’s left is Earth and sky.
Megan has been writing poetry since age 8 and has always loved reading, writing, and language. She has studied ASL and Spanish and is fascinated by the intricacies and subtleties of language, especially English. She keeps a journal of her favorite quotes, phrases, and poems.