To err is "Nature in being Nasty-Nostalgic"

We in no way shall know.
And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into gigantic ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
enough tryouts to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human
And
Enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the most of the lot.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past;
you can't go forward in life until you let go
of your past failures and heartaches.
Silence.
Then through the stillness rings
the fretful echo of a seagull's scream,
As if one cried who sees within a dream
Deep rooted sorrow in the heart of things.