• How slowly does the rose
    Wilt away to naught.
    How slowly does the dew dressed grass
    Slip calmly into thought.

    Yet too soon does the sunrise set
    Too soon the daylight fades
    Too soon the mighty oak tree's leaves
    Fall down again to shade.

    Summer turns to winter
    And spring again to fall
    Like ashes tossed into the wind
    Lost is the dawn bird's call.

    As we walk steadily
    Time passes us by
    So, on it will keep flowing
    Beyond the day we die.