The leaves unfurl, then wither and fall,
Another year, another season's call.
The calendar flips, a relentless pace,
Marking time's march, leaving not a trace.

New bonds are forged, old ties begin to fray,
The world around me constantly does sway.
But I remain, a constant in the flow,
A solitary anchor, steady and slow.

A silent witness to the world's grand play,
I watch it spin, then fade into the day.
A timeless soul, in a world that's ever new,
Forever searching, forever me and you.