The sun will rise, the sun will set, Yet every day, we still forget. We chase the future, fear the past, But time moves slowly ,yet so fast. A seed once buried finds its way, A drop of rain will meet the bay. What fades today may rise once more , No loss is lost, no end is true . We build, we break, we laugh, we cry, We ask the stars, but get no reply. Yet in each breath, in every sign, The truth is simpleβ-all is time.