Leaves fall from trees in minutes not hours. Your life flies by if you don't stop to smell the flowers. Time it ticks it doesn't stop. You watch the hands upon the clock. You wish on Stars and birthday candles, that this life came with handles, to turn back time is quite a thought. Many men have thought a lot, of just such things too. Until their end so don't waste your life like those poor men. Live for today, it's just to short. Your life begins and your ship ports. It's just that quick so don't forget, the flowers, trees and past. The next day you have, may be your last.