The Journey of Time

When a huge eruption ensues, life is sprung,
Violent but beautiful, this is where we begin,
Bursting into existence where before there was none,
The start of a tale that contains virtue and sin,
It twists and turns as the second hand goes by,
Counting minutes, months, and years as they drift,
Sometimes they pass in the blink of an eye,
Though each moment given is granted as a gift,
Our time is so precious, and painfully small,
Live days like they were hours, and love one and all.