We are older, somewhat colder
And here is where we find
That our very being is all dependent
On our state of mind
And years they pass, yes
But what are days to the oak trees
No questions asked by swaying grass
Much less the birds and bees
And here is me and here is you
And here is all in one
Traveling while sitting still
Around a blazing sun
Each cycle representing ends of eras
Rise and falls of dynasties
Men of the day who are vowed to be remembered
Become distant memory
And eyes flicker open and then fade shut
'Till stars, as our company, are met
Birthday to death bed, babe to elder
In the rise and the descent