What is Time

by Peggy H.

Time is the sun setting, and rising on each new day.
Time is the way the silvery moon shines accross the ocean.
Time is the snow falling accross the wind burnt prairy.
Time is your hand in mine,
as we reach for an apple in a tall tree.
Time is a new born baby's first crys.
Time is two lovers hearts burning with passion.

But what is time, really?
You cannot see it,
Your cannot feel it?
It does not speack or does it?

Time is a rain drop falling accross a window sill.
Time is the friendship that really cares.
Time is my gran fathers grey beard.
Time is the golden leaves falling from trees.
Time is the white fluffy clouds rolling accross the sky
Time is a white roses petals reaching for life.

But what is time really?
You cannot see it,
you cannot feel it?
It does not speak,
or does it?

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