Time

Time is existence
It is a journey on earth
And a cycle of death and birth
It is too slow when we wait
Too short when we dream

Time guides but it is cruel
It passes away but still it echoes
It is so long when we mourn
So fast when we’re afraid

Time is the mirror of yesterday
But keeps its secrets in silence
Time changes season
And sometimes takes its turns

Time is forever for those who believe
For every joy that passes
Something good remains  

- Anne Michelle Rivera