Time

I sit here and think,as the leaves fall from the trees, Of happiness,like on an island,beside the deapest,bluest seas. I walk so very litely,as around my house I creep, I can do a lot of thinking while every one is asleep. I think of times that come and gone, I think of times as we move on. I grow old and tired with my worries you see, Trying to do things that just cannot be. So I rest now,no more worries on my mind. I live life day to day,and leave the worries behind. Cannot change the things that cannot be, You cannot put leaves back on a tree.