The sun leaves the sky every night;
The silent dark leaves the brazen light;
The foaming sea leaves the quiet shore,
Who knows what has been here long before.
The bee, in his short life, leaves each flower
And each second leaves behind each hour.
Love is left by lovers who lied;
Tears leave the eyes just because they cried.
What has come will go away some day;
A poet warned, nothing gold can stay.