Moments grow like leaves on trees
A thousand million simultaneously
They have their sun time strong and green
That passes never to come again
Their colors fade to gold and red
green life gives way to past and dead
and in the mind of endless time
they drift and swirl a dance sublime
You cannot hold a single one
past when their sunny season’s done
Ours is just to watch their day
their bud and growth and fade away
and soft descent to join the rest
and to this truth I do attest
that we like moments, we like leaves
have got no last tricks up our sleeves
we each one have our appointed hour
though we defy or run or cower
still when it strikes we too each fall
and join the drift in silence, all
What is the song of the day?
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