While you stay young and I grow old,
It would be something to behold:
A tiny sparkle in the sand
Before those waves come crashing down.

And leave you in your shallow pool
Wet, and ragged, looking quite the fool.
Without an end, if things don’t pass
Everything is meaningless.
I suppose we couldn’t watch the flocks,
And I may as well give you a rock.
Flowers bloom against bluest skies,
And smell so sweet, but also die.

A rock however, so sublime
Sits cold and lifeless for all of time.
A rock never fades into the fields,
And Winter will not change its appeal.

A rough tongue, a heart of gall
The one whose sorrow’s never fall.
The greatest hero in all the land
Must go skyward in the end.

You may think you have it all
But someday dear the sky will fall.
If to these delights your mind might move
Then leave me now, you’re not true love.