A pass passes

Goldenrod and daisies shall wither.
Autumn rain shall blow over them.
All fragrant flesh withers and falls.

The globe will spin and turn warm
By a degree on the water’s margin.
A pass passes, knows not whither.

(A top environmentalist who has falsely claimed the Himalayan glaciers will melt by 2035 due to human activity has recently been accused of making a pass at a lady colleague.)