The snow melts And the rain pelts The fire burns And the embers churn

The wind blows And the leaves fall The king bows To the wisest of all

As history goes Like all other foes The reaper reaps And children weep

The wisest may be wise But clever is still clever You can either rise Or just fall into heather (hither and thither, hither and thither)

Clashing of thoughts Along with droughts In the sandy desert Leave no room for dessert

But even then, under the blossoms of spring I do often wonder What tomorrow will bring

Will we get hurt or cry? After all, we might die… Or will it be joyous— A day harmonious?

Indeed time passes Quicker than we realise No time for recess It’s a world full of lies

Soon we, as humans, will fear The overwhelmingly near Inevitable doom of death The flower-rid wreath Of thorns and pain Borne from the ends of life And people slain While in the midst of strife

So let us sleep In peace for now As time and fate Finally bring us home.

A beautiful dress,

A handsome suit,

A lovely pair indeed

Hand in hand

Walking the path

Down the flowery aisle

Beauty in each and every smile

As they step towards the end

Reaching the place where lays their