As minutes, hours, weeks, months, then years went by,

A flower field, on the top of the hills, withers and dies,

As hours, weeks, months and years went by,

Buildings, houses, more arise;

Nature's strength slowly dies.

As weeks, months and years went by,

Beings, souls, we had to die.

As months, then years went by,

We don't know, we're up high,

The Afterlife, a world unknown,

Time will tell and then be shown.