Moment May Lure, But Let It Go

All passing clouds rare with silver lines come, Some seasons seem to endure, but still change, The changing Nature for long in ears strum: O capture passing moment, all its range, Just as we breathe, let it go, breathe again, To savour every moment's fleeting charm, Let it stretch, relish, but let it not strain, NOW be the sole fruit in man's fecund farm, A prized present that can't be put to pause, Moment may lure, but when its time has gone, O let it go, and leave it all alone, Past makes sense only if born with new cause. Beware; count no rewards that moment breeds, Treat morrow's fruits as mere memory seeds. _____________________________________________ Every breath taken in must be followed by one breathed out. And we do it. We seldom dwell on the breath once breathed out. But we do dwell on past moments, and forget to cherish the present moment. _____________________________________________ Sonnets | 04.06.07 |