Strange Time

Time's a strange and tricky thing.
It turns aging bronze as green as spring
leaves ancient iron red with rust
falling to dust. Time is strange.

The old grow foolish, the young grow wise.
The desert blooms, the forest dies.
Time is change.

We forget so many things at birth.
We gather memories as long as we're on earth
then forget, as life burns down to embers
--forget, so hap we may remember.
Time is strange.