Time is like the wind,
sometimes slow,
but it blows,
sometimes fast,
but it doesn't last
Time can be gentle,
it can be harsh,
It can be dull,
It can be bright,
But it always keeps moving
We cannot control time,
but we can use it wisely
To make the most of our lives
So let us not waste time,
but let us live it to the fullest
Time is like the sun, it rises
And sets each day
It brings light and warmth
And chases away the night
We are like the sun, we bring light to the world
We cannot stop time, but we can shine our brightest
So let us be a beacon of hope and inspiration
And make the world a better place
Time is like the moon, it waxes
And wanes each month
It brings change and transformation
And reminds us of our own cycles
We are like the moon, we are constantly changing
We cannot control time, but we can embrace our own growth
So let us let go of the past and embrace the present
And look forward to the future
Time is like the stars, they shine
Throughout the night sky
They are a reminder of our connection to the universe
And the vastness of time and space
We are like the stars, we are part of something much bigger than ourselves
We cannot control time, but we can be a part of something greater
So let us make a difference in the world
And leave our mark on history
Time is like the wind, it blows
Through the trees and grasses
It is a reminder of the power of nature
And the ever-changing world around us
We are like the wind, we are part of nature
We cannot control time, but we can be a force for good
So let us use our power to make the world a better place
Time is like the rain, it falls
From the sky and waters the earth
It is a reminder of the cycle of life
And the importance of renewal
We are like the rain, we bring new life to the world
We cannot control time, but we can be a source of hope and inspiration
So let us water the seeds of change
And make the world a more beautiful place
Time is like the river, it flows
Always forward, never back
It can be calm, it can be rough
But it always reaches its destination
We are like the river, we are always moving
We cannot stop time, but we can choose our direction
So let us choose to move forward with purpose
And make the most of our journey
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