The past is full of secrets; the future yet unknown,
I for one would speak of this,
Perhaps failing to sound like a drone.
But if I did, I dare you all to leave it lay,
This perfect movie of its day.
‘Tis the end and a beginning, a beginning of an end,
A puzzle, a mystery, youth and age.
A picture of a flower forever holding the power within,
Its beauty, a frosty summary of our time spent here,
A beguiling memory and vision of things to come.