Snow and ice at the Winter's brook, Such memories fading fast. With daffodils, the flowers of Spring, Flaunting their heads at last.
The seasons, as life, doth never stand still, As time, it will ebb and flow. So quickly life's journey on earth will pass, But to where, does anyone know?
Take heed then my flower and stay a while, Let us live a life that's true. There is no other place I would rather be, Than sharing the sun with you.