Time

Time ,
for when you endure every second of its presence
it seems as if god cant create quite enough
but when your anticipating something , somehow minutes form into hours
the sun rises and sets
the sweet stars swing slowly across the sky and fade
clouds fill with rain and snow empty themselves and fill again
the moon is born and dies and is born once again
around the world are millions of clocks and within the constant swing of hour ,minute and second hands continue
around goes the circle of night and day the weeks forever revolving into months and years
years paid off with tears, laughs and emotions built so deep words
could never come close to explaining
its importance and worth is never recognized
time is beautiful
and limited
carpi-Diem