Time is eternal, yet our share is not.
As sure a flower will rise in spring,
with floret each lush in violet;
‘twill wilt and tarnish in autumns wing.
As true the passing of fugacious youth;
the sun will fashion into the moon.
The tide will rise and steal the truth,
but lower and leave before too soon.
As with the beat that so follows the hand,
the world will whirl and wreath the sun.
It is forever, the moving of sand,
the growth of green and rivers run. As sure as the constant ticking of time;
our ephemeral share will duly run dry.
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