Time can change with the way we tell a story

Flowers can change with the way the wind blows

But mornings are the same

The sun rises in the west

and sets in the east

Water formulates of flowers from mourning due

Birds sing in the spring

Leaves fall in the autumn

Dark days in winter

Long days in summer

And life goes on with out a questioning thought as to how the sun can geet up each morning

How can the flower live knowing it's going to die?

How can the days be so cold

But then so hot

And that's just it

Like the snow falls

Like the river flowers

Like the birds sings

Like the flower grows

It's all because we don't know