He is the middle child, neglected and ignored.

Past lures people into nostalgia and regret and spins them into his web like a spider.
He binds them to their pain.

Future owns faith and hope and holds out a hand for people to grab, but he pulls away at the last minute so they're always stumbling forward for more.

Today is left alone.
He blooms flowers  and spreads fragrances, but the people don't notice.
So he covers the skies and makes them cry ice to say to the people,

"This, notice this, feel this, breath this, live, in this!"

and the people pat each other on the back and say,

"The sun will come out tomorrow."