Time

Night turns into day,
With sun and moon rotating,
Timing of all the hours,
The minutes they obtain.

A clock that is counting,
With handles moving forward,
That drives one to move on,
The ticking of new songs.

A lifetime of all seasons,
Each one defined by weather,
Rolling one after another,
Yet somehow mixed together.

Thoughts of the eternal,
What will it be defined by,
And will we even think of it,
Or will we ever even care?