Day after Day, Night after Night .. the time moves on,
From East to West, the Day follows Night, Night follows Day,
While Winds blow and Rains fall, nothing is heard,
There is no soul.
The Grass it sprouts, the Leaves they come,
The gray and brown turns to colors,
Silently, the dark turns to light and bright,
There is no soul.
Around and Around the time does go,
As time goes forth and makes us know,
That Silence is always present, when,
There is no soul.
**NH**