As the days grew longer,

the sun faded into the west.

His wrinkles became deeper,

dancing across his skin.

He vowed to capture the time,

before his ashes took to the breeze.

But perhaps his net riddled with too many holes,

or time was just unable to freeze.

Years passed, two feet turned to three.

And in his armchair, he sat back,

reminiscing the whispers of the trees.

Of when he was young,

and nature bowed at his feet.

The smile lines etched into his skin,

immortality was the one thing he was unable to seize.

It was when the storm came,

that his spirit joined the lightning in the sky.

The hours he vowed to claim,

faded to infinity as end became nigh.

But before his head lolled to the side,

and fluttered closed became his eyes.

He called to the stars a final time,

and whispered the words of his last goodbye.