When the willow tree starts to bloom,

And the daffadolis have gone.

So must I depart for awhile,

And explore this vast domain.

The beauty of this world of ours,

Is marked by the denizens within.

How long shall we dig a ditch

Before we ourselves fall in?

I find my words unwinding

In a one way street that ends.

So must the life of time cease,

And join the spirits of the past.

Mark the seasons changing,

For one day they will be gone.

Enjoy the now you have,

Before tomorrow never comes.