Time flies, how could we keep up
With the chaotic pace of life,
Moments, pass like a football
Going through our hands
As these flying moments pass
The garden we build can also
Wither without care like a rose
Silently losing its petals.
With every time slip
Through our fingers, the sun rises
And sets. Setting up the
Next passing of time.
So as time flies
Let's cherish our next passing of time
While writing this poem a few things inspired me. As my senior year is coming to an end, I couldn’t help but think about how fast these four years have gone by. This made me want to explore the theme of time. As I was writing this I kept thinking about how much I’ve changed over the years, and I compared it to a “garden.” I’ve gotten inspiration from this one quote I saw that said “If you spend your time chasing butterflies, they'll fly away if you spend your time making a beautiful garden, the butterflies will come to you. And if they don't, then you still have that garden.” So I tried to use the garden inspiration and mention that the garden constantly needs care which is why over time if you don’t watch over your garden, it will also wither away.