Time slips away,
Like each passing day,
With the rotating leaves,
It carries on as it please,
Though that's okay,
In our hearts- we know where we stand,
On times' gentle hands,
The rush in our lives,
Can cause such strife,
And if by looking back,
At each and every crack,
We know we have thrived,
Like a speck floating away,
Drifting in peace of clouded daze,
Only to be amaze,
At the fleeting rays.