For fleeting fleeting are the things of gold
Lying in nature where seasons blend.
Treasure each moment my dearest friend.
Whispers in the breeze you must chase.
Seize life’s moments in every embrace.
Elusive they are like grains of sand.
Don’t let them slip through your hand.
For time will not linger, in it’s relentless pace.
Make the most of now, in this withering place.
For fleeting fleeting are the things of gold