Storms will come and storms will go
Leaves will fly and they will float
Across sand filled skies and darkened clouds
Trees uprooted then flung to the ground
The old now weak make way for the young and strong
Each have their place in the garden of time
Each leave their mark within all mankind
How they stood
When they fell
The race they ran
Then when they rise
Before the judgement throne
Their lives fully spent finally told.