Clock
When looking at a clock, the seconds seem to take forever to go. So slow. The hour hand the worst, the minute a little better. However, without the second, it would be hard to tell if time was moving at all. However, the second hand takes quite the hike. Down the steep hill, into a ravine, only to get stuck and have to climb out again. The trip down is quick, easy, but getting back up is hard. The closer to the top, the slower it goes. To the point of almost not moving at all. Time stands still. And the weight of it is on the little ones' shoulder. It summons its strength and pushes until on top. We all cheer, for a new minute, is here. Up on the top, of the clock.