Time however is unalterable, and waits for no one. We can only travel the course, and follow our destiny.

A cry rings out and fades, as the sound is covered by laughter and
expressions of happiness,
while a new birth takes place.

Then silence bursts through echoing sounds of battle,
as brave men are laid to rest.
Through the pine needles smelling,
a tiny Warbler builds its nest.

Warming rays of sunlight knife through
a wall of limbs and brush.
as a rippling brook and fishes continue toward
their destination as if in a rush.

But to no avail for time has but one speed,
that of designed travel on its spiral course through space,
where each and every thing
has already been assigned its place.

So travel on your spiral course.
As you pass my way again my sorrow will have faded and a smile will be on my face,

as another cry rings out while time spirals through space.