What is up,
and down,
and all around,
but doesnt make a single sound?

What can move anywhere,
and everywhere,
or just somewhere,
without a care?

Anywhere it can climb,
or turn on a dime,
and to some would seem sublime,
without a doubt, it is Time.

Feedback is appreciated.
(Keep in mind, this is my very first attempt at writing poetry. Look for my
second poem in the War section. its called My Fianl Charge.)
 
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