All is green, the time is new,
Voices fill the air.
This matters not, less than a bit,
The end to this is near.

Birthing, raising, and children playing,
Leisure thick for all.
I tell you though, it's not to last,
All things are bound to fall.

And as I've said, foretold just now,
Sunlit colors fade in.
Trees slim up and birds fly down,
The time of end begins.

Silence, cold, and darkness reign,
Few are seen or heard.
But as you've probably noticed,
This is far from the final word.

True permanence is temporary,
Soon daybreak and sunshine stream.
The time of plenty has come again,
And the world joyfully gleams.