Time By Johan Abey George In the morning, the sun goes up in the sky, People say it looks like a balloon, But in the night shows up the moon, Around it, stars seem to fly. This cycle happens once a day, People sometimes stop and have fun, While down goes the sun, And the people go back on their way. Time goes on and continues to fly, To run out of time is what people fear, So, fill your life with happiness and not crime, Time is valuable, something money can’t buy, Value your time, your months and years, Do not waste your time.