The Seasons Four.

As there is no end to anything
 rivers go on a flow
oceans engage in a roar
 mountains stand still
 the air is in a fill
 men run up and down
 every hardship is borne
 murmurs and cries are heard
there are constant floods
 men die and pass out
 babies are born and live out
 the world goes on forever
 as the sun rises forever
 and the night settles all the more
 well, there be the seasons four.