A warm welcome!

AS TIME PASSES ME BY

by Alice G.

The butterflies are floating through the air.
The grass is green,
and the trees are tall.
As the wind whistles through my hair,
I let life pass me by.
As time ticks and the clock goes by,
the flowers grow taller as life passes me by.
And I dream of floating right on by.
But now it's time to stop dreaming,
and wake up to a hot summer day.