Time, A scary thing isn't it?
Watching the leaves decay, from the chair in wich i sit.

The once so green leaves,
One by one falling down.
Abandoning their lively color of green, for a sad tint of brown.

A child is born, it's life passes by.
It lives, untill time decides it has to die.

Time, it's our beginning and our end.
Our enemy, yet also our friend.