It gets morning and night everyday.
The world changes it's face all over again.
The trees grow fast and tall, to where it's heavy
boughs are swayed, not too gently by the
merciless winds that storms the world at its
limitless strength.

The flower blooms and wilts at its granted life on earth; as the sun makes it look beautiful so as it drains life out of it.
The seeds of memories only remains to make a mark of a gift...