People Come

People come people go every one,
Trespassing flowers as breezes that blow,
Some belong to lives not long then they're gone,
To live among change in memory's flow.

As Autumn's end sorrow sends Winter's test,
One by one people come bearing their gifts,
Whilst lone trees mourn each life torn from it's nest,
Songs are sung life is strung between such drifts.

'Til Spring arrives so must thrive dormant seeds,
When fresh life strong through strife sends cautious peep,
While people come people go fulfill needs,
Seeds we sow slowly grow whilst Summer's creep,

Still, one by one people come then we go,
Trespassing flowers as breezes that blow.