The weight of this backpack
has increased ten fold
with the attack brought on
by a typed out, computer emotioned
decision
I can already see my friends
slipping through my fingers,
my sunshine dream setting
in the distance,
"goodbye" "goodbye"
instead of "see you later"
went from a Gator
to a dropout
to a hopeful Mustang
to a head hung in shame
with no one to blame
so long bright beaches
hello again rainy day
Bay

Come Summer, and the birds will sing
The squirrels to their nests will bring
Their harvest of the goodness of the time

And in the forests, life is found
In branches, and upon the ground
Abundant living of the mammal kind

Come Fall, and the leaves will turn
A golden brown that makes one yearn
For seasonal gifts like fires' glow and burn

The ground will turn an auburn red
And thoughts of love will fill their heads
But little do they know, and soon will learn

Come Winter, and the harshness lies
In flurries of white that sting the eyes
And lasts for far too long to be of comfort

The people all will stay inside
Within their houses, they will hide
Away from all that biting snow will plunder

Come Spring, the world will spark with life
The lovers once again unite
Basking in warm, tender rays of sun

Flowers bursting into bloom
Away from all the doom and gloom
And all is gained, because the Earth has won.

What a human concept- time.
The fact we choose to live our lives defined
by something so different,
all across the globe.

These passing of the hours
always "on time", meeting the next deadline
under these pressures we often cower.

Yet,
look to the trees
at the seas,
in the sky
and tell me which one is worrying
over losing a little time?

None.
Mother Nature couldn't be happier
then to plant herself down
and live every moment to it's fullest
letting days, weeks and years
slip by.