Time

As you try to hold on tight

  To those tiny precious grains of sand,

Even with all your power and might,

  Those little grains slip through your hands.

As each second quickly passes,

  The hands of time push on,

Like those grains in hour glasses,

  Each breathe of time is gone.

In a heartbeat the sun rises,

  Giving birth to a new day.

As each beautiful sunset passes,

  The past slowly slips away.