A winter’s grain in the hands of the sun,
The blossom of spring outstretched in embrace,
A wind from summer’s eve on a warm face,
Autumn leaves laughing beneath tranquil steps.
Each year swells with you between it’s bookends
While I, lost in pride, find our time displaced,
yet you run so fast that I must give chase
to stay with you as long as time portends.
The steps you take grow larger every day,
so oft diverting from the path we made;
you have and will always forge your own way,
while we tag along in admiration.