Through these days,
I have seen the moon big then small, its light sullen then bright
I have seen waters gather then disperse into air
Seen the sun mild in rising, harsh at peak and then mild again in setting
Through these days
I have seen valley lilies bloom then wither away
I have seen mild breeze of caress wind into tempest
Seen glowing face turn pale
Through these days
I have seen sweet oranges turn sour
Bustling streets turn cemetery
Luxurious robes turn rags
All elapses in time, even our pains, shame and troubles.
All elapses in time, even our riches, beauty and treasures
Perhaps a clause’
Our deeds’ living through time
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