Time’s Sweet Aroma

Look! They say, for all the turning!

Here! It says and makes a yearning!

But all is like a ball of clay

Rolling into yesterday

God so gentle, never lies

And we His children sing lullabies

Hurry here and hurry there

No time to waste for all despair

For flowers bloom in seasons time

Moments daily temporary fair

Beyond time, God makes the sun to shine

On all His flowers there.