Here Today Gone Tomorrow

Day follows upon the night, season upon season, the naked tree is transformed into a verdant bough, the arid and parched land, scorched in the summer sun, becomes inundated in the abundant showers which follow. The long sunny days melt into the grasping hand of night. Such is the whispering voice of time sounding forth in the oracle of nature. Let us stop for a moment and focus our attention upon the tide of relativity as we encounter it every day. The food which we eat, tempting and...