All flesh is grass,
as seasons pass
it withers, decays, and then sleeps,
to awaken when Spring rains rise
and caress its roots stretching deep.
All flowers fade
that grace the grave,
their beautiful petals will fall,
returning elements to earth,
the same that happens to us all.
All glory dies,
as light leaves eyes,
when the heart and soul separate,
only our minds transcend through time,
to travel to a higher state.
The word of God,
the iron rod,
endures, forever more will stand,
all else will die, all else will fade,
over all God sustains his hand.