Dance of time

Lovely dancer in orange chiffon

Please bring the fertile harvest on

Do not dally and miss your chance

Defy the season and the driving rain

To be the belle of old time's dance.

I hear the racing heart's drumbeat

If only time could stop and breathe

I too could reach nirvana's seat

But the racing clock will never cease

To chasten latecomers to the feast. 

So dance my lady, dance my dame

Know your admirers have no shame

We'll till the earth and play the game

For survival if not for lasting fame

Praising always your eternal name.