Analysis of Solitude of passing time

Solitude of passing time

In the valley of its shadow
Trees sway Between
the clashing Branches  in the wind

That which knows where time is going
In the solitude of passing lives
Between the shadows of our lives

clouds free amidst  blowing winds
streaming rays of light pass as
clear water trickles from clasping hands
as time of space between each falling drop
trandsends through the chorus of its parts
To which its whole is found

Awaiting return from which is lost
Cannot return unless it starts
Begins the cycle that begins anew