So many days have ended like a clearing field,
watching the quietness of rain standing still.
Gloomy pictures of the past flashing by of lost year’s
whispers of words framing the sound of heavily dropped tears.
Thoughts of ifs, ands, buts, also maybes crowding the mind,
things turning out just the way nature expects you will find.
The lateness of changes made from thorough pain,
life's vision of youthful cheer and the late blooming decision
from the rain.
Standing still to glimpse at the reasons for life's bliss,
capturing tugs from behind resisting character building from this.
Peddling feet are hard to move but thunder and lightning flashes
life before the eyes,
bringing hope to moments that have never been seen crisp and clear,
and its life instead of good byes.
No one knows the ending time that life holds;
yet, the thought of that minute makes it worth living so bold.
Awakening in the morning dawning with dew from above,
understanding there is a treasure inside that unlocks perception with
genuine love.
Now do not get caught with life standing still without a clue,
put the most enthusiastic ability in each task served or life's experiences
will hasten to be unglued.