And so the days pass
and so we drift and dawdle.
Bright stood the mountains,
brighter loomed the sea
And so the nights go
And so we flash and fade.
Green lay the hills,
greener a river evening.
Stones wore gray lichen
and trees a morn mist.
And so the gold be gone
and so the harm be ashes.
First moved the moonrise.
Later dropped the moondown.
Handy shoved the dawn.
Handydandy shone the sun.