Time, A scary thing isn’t it?
Watching the leaves decay,
from the chair in which i sit.
The once so green leaves,
One by one falling down.
Abandoning their lively color of green,
for a sad tint of brown.
A child is born, it’s life passes by.
It lives, untill time decides it has to die.
Time, it’s our beginning and our end.
Our enemy, yet also our friend.