Kissed By the Breeze
One still summer day,
I lay in my garden of pondering
From where I could not see the sun
And the light was somewhat vague
Yet, it was summer
Just like any other
So, I thought back to the last
It was, unmistakably, the same.
I was lying still under shade
While the garden grew and bloomed
Some cheery crickets visited by
But, I could not make them stay
Flowers changed, how hastily,
I could not pick one to keep
And so they turned wild.
I laid, like I do now in the garden
But all beauty is slipping by
I think of the times I have spent here
What a waste it has been of life.
I am unsure of things now that I see
A cool summer breeze come to me
It left shivers amidst the June heat
A butterfly landed on my wrist
For the first time, I held it.
I was kissed by the breeze of awakening
Allowing myself to sit up and realise
I did not catch it before
Because I never thought of trying.
So I decided to pick a flower
And went to touch its soft petals,
I came about with one in my pocket
Despite the bush having prickly thorns.
It was sweet, beautiful to my eyes
After all, all beauty is not slipping by.
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