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.