Analysis of Time

Barely born, the seconds grow into maturity,
Irrevocably they lose their lives
Immediately sunken in obscurity
Giving path by self-sacrifice.
And form the circle of repetitive sequence.
Like the petals of a flower,
Diving neatly on the ground
Within the thirsty soil devoured
As oblivious earth cycle bounds
All discarded matter and new life
To eternity unceasingly strive
In a ceaseless perpetual flight.
Time runs elusively just like a creek
Days after days, weeks after weeks
And even imperfect, the human mind knows,
Time is ever the most precious resource.