Time is flexible
In it's own way
From fast to slow
Instances range.
Yet however fragile
Frames of time are,
It can never turn back;
Never reverse, but forward.
Time is King
Of beauty and gore.
From blissfully sweet,
Till the heart grows sore.
The falling blossoms
From peach trees delight.
Yet as time passes,
So does transition from light.
Time is endless;
Never ending mystery.
Forgiving to totality;
But at moments shows no mercy.
The master of many;
Of action and emotion.
Sadness, happiness: Reward, vengeance;
Time is the source of putting to motion.
Time is a contradiction;
A double-edged sword.
It brings together,
But relations are also torn.
