Fleeting Moments

Clenching tightly, so moments don't fade away, As bygone days once promised to stay. Rejoicing in every instant to its utmost, The spectacle may ultimately end in dismay. Mist might mask vision, obscuring the sight; The breeze might flow over, revealing delight. Carrying echoes all the way to eternity, Shade takes over, preceding the light. Birds gather in spring as berries appear; The optimistic tree devours days of cheer. It might be the last spring; end days are near; Perhaps leaves will cast off another year. Fragile they are, fleeting days of laughter, Draining into oblivion impossibly faster. Meticulous attempt to lock happiness forever, It slipped from my hold as I clenched tighter.