I am

I am 

The sand , which sank

as waves swept in.

The leaves, that fell off

in the spring to carpet the garden.

The song that was sung and 

then recorded in a tape.

An impressionable mannenquin,

carved to smile and wrapped in a drape.

The songbird that flew and

then was caged.

The paint that glowed and 

with time faded.

The dream that lived, played, jumped

and then died.

The man who once was

a child.