For all ordained
There ordains a time:
Every affair
But love and rhyme.

A time for birth
And a time to die;
A time for laughter
And a time to cry.

A time to plant
And fill the mind
With tales and songs
Of the adoring kind;

A time to sew up
Broken ties
Ripped apart by
Youthful lies.

Soon enough
Thy rose will die,
God alone knows
When and why.

But a secret
'twixt you and I:
'tis always time
To love and rhyme.

A/N

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

- Ec 1:1-8