Whoosh

Joanna Davis The whoosh of time it flies ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~so fast From the dawn of our birth, To the dusk of our past. If the legacy is filled with the laughter of child-like dreams, it explodes with joy and bursts at the seams The residue will fly right out into space Then when you’re older hit you right in the face Your smile will be big your eyes will be wide Then~~~~~~~~~~ whoosh you’re right back To when you were a child.