This time will pass

The sun sinks slowly into it's den;

The once blue sky is turning red;

The rays were bright back then;

And moon will rise instead.

With cool winds brushing my hair;

It's time to relax and unwind;

And play a game of solitaire;

Or meditate with fixed mind.

But distraction of unsure future;

And mistakes of gloomy past;

Will I be able to move ahead sooner;

As minutes of this lifetime last ?

My feet tingles on touch of the wet grass;

And I know this time will pass;