Time..

I am here for every rose like a flowers garden, and as the summer goes and the winter harden. Life will be and rise in its spring's dew, full of colored surprise and the shades of new. Like love's a beauty for all the going on, forever in time's free and only in seasons gone. So is life's purpose some to give and wake, an eternal moment's flows what you are and make. Time is for a reason making up its whiles, moments in each season giving truth and styles. Love's what makes time youth and to its oldness, born and to its prime all its heart's caress.