Whether weather may change in an hour, day or night; when precisely trees may wither in past&future right; why leaves fall&shooting stars are inevitable sight, what perpetually mazed seasons increase fate’s flight. As nothing abides, no person does perpetually grow. Fragments broken cannot be similarly assembled again. Extensive degrees are inevitably melting snow. Fate transforms less require,more often then we know, but when. Tomorrow’s flowers result from activities today. What happens now was borne of yesterday. The all can only be measured in relation to nothing. Concealed beginnings replace another ending. Impenetrable fortresses wield many secrets untold. Incapability of comprehension relies on fate unfold. Nothing required to serve as indifferent interlude. Clocks ticking may not be interrupted even by prude.