The Blossom of Time

Time is like a flower that blooms and fades
It shows its beauty and its grace
It gives its fragrance and its shades
It leaves its mark and its trace

Time is like a flower that grows and dies
It has its seasons and its cycles
It has its reasons and its whys
It has its joys and its trials

Time is like a flower that we can’t keep
It slips away from our grasp
It makes us laugh and makes us weep
It makes us cherish every gasp

Time is like a flower that we should love
It is a gift from above
It is a treasure that we should prove
It is a blossom of time.