As we go about life

It seems as if we never have enough time

So we strive

To put everything in a schedule

A firm line

Of routines and plans

Beauty is something that fades

And seasons are things that change

People come and go

Just like the wind can change the directions it will blow

But even in the midst of this

With generations come

And generations gone

Time is endless

Something that passes without our control

As human beings we take things for granted

Things we later regret not cherishing

Such as this, we are with time

Something unending

Yet something we can't take back

Once it's gone

But time well wasted

Isn't wasted time at all