Though the pages are fixed, do not dismay,
Endless readers will make them unending,
The world will always their message replay.

For every sunrise comes end of day,
Yet for another the sun keeps ascending,
Though the pages are fixed, do not dismay.

Carved names does an Oak stump proudly display,
And though the halt of its rings is impending,
The world will always their message replay.

Brick walls signal the end of hallways,
Yet behind a door, a new path is extending,
Though the pages are fixed, do not dismay.

Ripped from the grounds, Dandelions sway,
Despite this, gardens find them never-ending,
The world will always their message replay.

And one day breath will expel from your airway,
Never again in your lungs attending,
Though the pages are fixed, do not dismay,
The world will always your message replay.