Even I

I stood once on a tired hill
surveying the land around me
And no matter which way I look
nothingness surrounds me
For everything I once held dear
crumbles away to dust
The sky, she burns
The grass, it fades
My heart is not content
but do I expect too much?
All things change and
without change is death
Time is the thing to treasure
For time passes all things,
even I.