A gentle breeze blows through
and I sway in it.
The seasons are changing
and so will I.
As time passes by
I will grow and decay
I do not last forever.
I am not here to stay.

A gentle breeze may blow through
But I do not sway.
The seasons may change
But it will not change me.
Time passed by
And I grew and grew.
I will not decay
I am forever
I am here to stay.