posted on Feb, 24 2011 @ 09:06 PM
How precious a flower,
Once picked soon its lost.
Like a glowing fruit,
Once it’s eaten soon it rots.
What blessings come in the rain?
As earth lays waiting for love in drops.
No birds singing or children laughing,
How much can blind hearts cost?
Man is choked in numbers,
And knows naught, just rumors of love.
Eternity will never be found in a box,
But moves much like birds do, in their flocks.
In search of tomorrow
Absolutely all of today is lost.
So let us just be present,
Like crickets singing under the summer moon.