Only the present can remember the past.
Although there comes a certain point in life
where even that memory will soon be forgotten
due to the unending erosion of time.
Like the merciless waves of the ocean,
crashing against the rocks of the shore;
the constant friction of the water
makes the surface of the once jagged rocks smooth.
Eventually everything will fade.
The fields of flowers and sturdy trees,
our loved ones and ourselves,
and even time itself.
In the end,
when the span of our lives has been spent,
we will abandon this world,
leaving nothing behind to prove our existence.
Not even a memory.