This miracle,
Magical existence,
This tiny ripple;
So beautiful,
Vibrant, luminous ,
But alas, only once
Only once
In the ocean of time.
Only once
To cry into this world
Hear lullabies in mother’s lap;
Be amazed
With all there’s to behold;
Innocent, playful;
Crawling, toddling;
But just one spring;
That’s all there
To make a promise,
As it doesn’t stretch
Beyond its reach.
Only once
To defy
And rise to the sky;
To grow strong and fight:
Shine bright;
Still grow up
To bring new lives;
To give and receive
Your gift;
To love and care;
But just one summer.
To get anything rare
You must dare;
You must rise
To fulfill your promise.
In twilight,
Find bliss ;
Be wise
And advise;
Give as much
From life’s collections!
The last winter
Before the leaves fall;
Leave a mark
For the future
To remember.
A boatman ferrying
One bank to another;
The river is there forever;
A farmer spends
All his life tilling;
The earth never stops giving.
Thus many waves,
Relentless and galore,
Hitting the shore,
And going their full course!
Yet many getting lost
In their prime;
In the quicksands
Of time.
Much to live for and love;
It’s now and here.
In a short while
By the wink of an eye
And there is nothing after;
Leave something for the future
To remember.
Trickles of Tales 