Wither away some beautiful fruit
As Time caresses your sides.

Moments when you are gleaming
Hardened truth incased
And yet as days past it is seeming
I notice the time on your face.
Not good nor bad just something new.
Not known from my point of reference.
I wonder if I know you
If you always change...
I like things that grow though I want them stay the same.
Precious in my heart and soldered to their name.
But dead and gone are things have past
And many more to come.
And can i dance in time or will I just hold on.