The spring flows slow the blossoms fall
Clouds drift by their shadows call
A bag so light a path so long
Yet time grows heavy as life moves on
Each smile hides tales of joy and pain
The echoes linger the lessons remain
At dawn I see the frost and fire
A fleeting dream that wont expire
If years were spent with fleeting care
Would meaning bloom from what we bear
Through lifes vast scenes both bright and gray
A single spark will light the way