Seasons pass and things are born and die. The cycle of living and rebirth comes and goes. All things must pass from one state of existence to another. We all live a finite time, then we are no longer here. The foot print left behind is often fleeting. Even if great things are done, then time will erase the memory of them and make them a footnote in history. In all things life is constant and we are just a small part of the grander scheme of existence.