Gam zeh ya'avor

Like every delicate drop that falls,
From the hands of the little girl,
And every grain of sand that escapes
from her palm, like a bright pearl,

She will learn in time,
that those moments will wait for none
And she will learn that once they pass,
They cannot be undone.

She will see times of Happiness,
of unparalleled joy and trust,
But when she'll want to touch them,
She'll watch them turn to dust

She will dance in the wind,
gently gliding to and fro,
but when the storm comes through,
She'll know to rest her wings, as this will pass too.

All her love and all the strife,
Like other moments that passed her by,  Are but the drops of a larger well,
And when she gazes,
She'll look back inside,
Those moments that passed,
Made her life.


- Written as Narration for 5 shot exercise on the topic 'This too shall pass'