Changing of the Seasons
A human race
At gale pace will breeze on
Now, then, where, when
Repeat myself again
Each Turn in space
Does your Time grow fonder?

Using up your Days
A Technicolor swatch
Or Hell stuck on replay
Love, fear, sweat, tears
So few remaining Years
Another Notch
For all and asunder

Age beyond reasoning
Farther in Time, a faster pace
Too much trace of Seasoning
Eternity, morality
Trapped in Mortality
No Life without My grace
Father of the Year!

Immense and immutable.