LITTLE BY LITTLE

 

While new years come and old years go

How little, but all things grow!

All things grow, and all decay

Little by little passing away

Little by little Oh! Fertile plain

Waving and flashing in the sun

When the heat of summer, at last, is done

Low on the ground, an acorn lies

Little by little, it mounts the skies

Shadow and shelter for wandering birds

Home for a hundred singing birds

Little by little the great rocks grew

Long long ago, when the world was new

Slowly and silently, stately and free;

Cities of coral, under the sea.

Little by little, all tasks are done,

So are the crown of the faithful one;

So the heaven in our hearts has begun,

With work and with weeping,

With laughter and play.

Little by little the longest day

the longest life is passing away

Passing without return;

While new years come and old years go.

Aima Bilal V Coral