“Time.. an abstract concept or a reality It IS the space between was and will be a moment and an eternity It runs and yet goes nowhere As much mine as yours Spaced in minutes and spanned in hours
The most powerful healer And the most cherished gift enjoyed often & often dreaded Counted in decades in memories it’s threaded
I wonder sometimes Do the birds cruising above, time their flight Do they count the days and the hours in the night Or they sore in the sky just because that’s what they do And don’t carry the burden of time passed and what’s yet to come through
I wonder sometimes Do the leaves on gorgeous green trees worry they will fall come cold Or the buds resist blooming because they don’t want to get old I wonder sometimes If the clock didn’t tick and the hands didn’t move Will the world stand still and lose its grove
I wonder sometimes What if we didn’t count the seconds that passed What if we live the IS between what will be and what was What if we cherished the soul of life and let the flowers bloom and unfold What if life wasn’t a timeline where we worry too much about getting old What would it be then…An abstract concept or a reality Lived in a moment passed in an eternity”
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