The sun has risen
Soon it will set
The day has started
Later it will end

The flowers bloom beautifully
Still they are sure to wither
The beginnings and endings
Are they the only things that matter?

Are they all there is?
Isn't there something greater?
Something about the finite things
We have yet to discover...

"They end." The end
If so, that's just sad
The fact that things end
Is no reason to be mad

They happen and they end
But the "something"  in between
Makes us all remember
Somehow, finite things can last forever