Time takes all

The trees that whisper in the wind

The leaves that crunch under foot

Turning green into grey

Time watches as they all decay.

The circle of life will complete

And again and again it will repeat

The trees that grow so tall

Turn into ash as fire roars

Feeding saplings into trees

Flower’s nectar for the bees.

The age-old knowledge

Spoken through the times

For there to be life

There must be death.