Fast the time passes,
fast it goes by.
I barely have time
to gaze at the sky.
I barely have time to see the petals,
nor hear the cry of clashing metals.
Summers' gone
and Winters' here.
Cold it is now,
as Jack Frost appears.
Soon goes our Winter, cold and mighty.
Out comes our Spring who laughs ever so lightly.
Months will arrive
and then disappear.
Following the circle
of each great year.