Life…

[Quantum12]

I love this precious 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.

[xpert11]

How the flowers die with the changing seasons of our lives sometimes stays with me after I walk through new fields. That poem is a striking bit of writing.

[Quantum12]

How the flowers die with the changing seasons of our lives sometimes stays with me after I walk through new fields. That poem is a striking bit of writing.

Thank you for adding,

I love how you have added seasons. :beer:

[Encia22]

That's beautiful, Quantum12!

This is just perfect...

"Man is choked in numbers,
And knows naught, just rumors of love."

 :beer:​​​​​​

[Quantum12]

That's beautiful, Quantum12!

This is just perfect...

"Man is choked in numbers,
And knows naught, just rumors of love."

 :beer:​​​​​​

Thank you so much Encia! :beer: