Time

The rising of the sun brings ample cheer; Event will be remembered, the high cries Of morning now creates a moment dear Revealing heavens little timed surprise. High noon comes and grows, middle of the day Gets older; the path by now seems to be Quite crystal clear; not much time left to play, It is dark soon, this crisis has no glee. The setting of sun brings cold in the air, This is the darkness of the day, this trend, A shadow cast can’t be seen; not aware Is what you are, today will fore’r end. The human life span is as short as sun- Rise to a sunset when the day is done.