Smiling with Time

I look at the spring dancing in four seasons
I see flowers smiling as they die
and relax as they fall to the ground.
Today the the sunbeam plays with its shadow
And the rain whispers on the green leaves
I don't remember how my youth is passing
nor fear my old age is coming.
I am neither born nor ceased
I am a life that changes in all forms.
I am a small planet that is constantly rotating
in space and time miraculously.

TNTQ