The rose that smiles today, Though beautiful and gay, Will shortly fade away. The mountains looming high, That seem to kiss the sky, Will some day crumbled lie. The rolling oceans wide, One thinks will e'er abide Will once be emptied, dried.
The earth, so firm and vast, Today that rolls so fast, Will cease to be at last. The sun so fiery, bold, Will once have grown so old, It will be pale and cold. Each star now shining bright, That meets thy wondering sight, Will one day lose its light.
For every world in space Will, too, have run its race, And leave no more a trace. Theme midst thy grief be gay, For long it will not stay, That too will pass away. _____Nandini