Today (Poem by Olivia)

Today is a bellow of wind,

Tomorrow a forecasted gust of clouds,

Yesterday merely a quiet whisper.

The passing of time, so strange indeed,

How life can flow and flow yet stop so suddenly,

Not enough time, there is more that we need,

Yet there is an overflow of hours, gushing in to remind us so hurriedly.

What a mystery the passing of time can be,

With there being no real start or ending of this unsolved inquiry,

How the minutes keep ticking with no finish to be foreseen,

And consumes our beings with insurmountable amounts of worry.

However, it is always important to regain our awareness,

That the only time truly in this world is that of the present,

And though it may be difficult to remember in periods of unfairness,

Relishing in this world’s peace and tranquility brings a joy so whole and pleasant.

Time may be an eternal portal of wonder,

With no true answer to how it is unlocked,

Though we can always attempt for harmony to be our discovery,

In a world full of pressure from the ticking of a clock.