No Rest Towards the Unknown

Let it be noon Let it be eve Or let it be dusk Whence the birds return after the day's work. Let it be the scorching heat of the sun Let it be the time of lot of fun; Let it be the time of showers Or season of blooming flowers. Let it be the time of sadness or grief, Or let it be the time of happiness Let it be the season of autumn When the dew shines on the grasses. Let it be the youth or teenage, Or let it be middle or old age, It's a true truth and the best, We in reality never have a rest- Once we stand on our toe- Towards the unknown we will have to row.