A Day on the Hourglass

The deciduous leaves fly
Ordered by a lightning cry
And this, I was not aware
Of the seasons passing by

Falling leaves the trees forsake
The decaying premise take
It is done, I can't turn back
They're for the Janitors rake

I am living in my rhyme
In this swiftly, shifting time
For the many walks to walk
On a vast uncertain clime

Nineteen years before the now
Asked myself this question how
Can i keep this youth esteemed
If in times' presence i bow