In fleeting moments we discover happiness
Only to have the moments fade
Like white clouds that hang in the sky
Until the winds come and they are gone.
Walking down the street I see
The beauty of flowers blooming in the fall
Chrysanthemums in a yard as I walk by
I stop to see them,
But their fragrance is bitter
Best seen from a distance
Is this the way of life?
Time comes and time goes
We see the spring, the summer
Autumn and winter
and each in their turn
Gives us things from which we build life
But we do not own the seasons
The sun rises high and shines upon the world
And then it sets and the moon takes it's place
and each reveal things to us
But we can not stop them or even make them pause
The years are water - we cannot hold them in our hands
Should we mourn for what we do not have
For things, not lost, for they were never ours?
Or should we simply ride the river
Enjoy the passing scene
Accept what gifts we are given and live our alloted time?