The Meaning of Time

Time-
Is it but a second lingered in suspense?
Or a minute, growing to overlap the rest?
Time-
Shall it be an hour of different feelings?
Or a day of varying meetings?
Time-
What shall I make of it?
Time is when the wind blows free-
When the bluebird sings merrily-
When the grass grows greener-
And our hearts are weaker-
And everything seems at peace.
So many things happen during time
Sometimes things are fine
Other times-
They're not.
Time is a magical wonder,
A fast, emotional blunder,
And I think I'll stay
Just a little longer,
So maybe I can make my complex belief-
Just a little bit stronger.