As I walk the solid path
And pass trees waving in the wind.
I sway, and think of yesterday
When Romans came in wind and rain.
Did they think all will stay
As they made their way
Along This path of passing dreams?
I can not say
But the wind will outlast me
And the swaying tree.
K Morris - Poet 
A historical memo. Nothing will stay forever. Best wishes, Michael
Yes everything is temporary. Even the White Cliffs of Dover will fall into the sea one day.
Beautifully written.
Thank you, Esther. I’m pleased you like my poem.