Sweet Lavender and Daffodils
life can't always be about frolicking down hills
of sweet lavender— and— daffodils...
it varies from moments of time and circumstance
in blind faith—daily— we take a chance...
we are born knowing nothing—everything learned will be taught
even still—best lessons will be from sense that is bought...
in this world that seem to be trying to become one size—fit all
not the way it was meant to be—God gave us winter—spring
summer and fall...
where part of learning is to crawl
walk—run—and yeah—sometimes fall...
falling and gettin' back up—makes us strong
falling in love and losing—makes us long...
falling and longing can cause much pain
but in giving up—there is no gain...
it is better to have loved and lost
than to never have loved at all—tho the same will be the cost...
finding true treasure takes time
the most powerful tools we have are our hearts and our mind...
in time—we'll find—true treasures are not in the form of
things and diamond rings...
but love—the kind that can't be bought—the kind that will
support you when you take a tumble down a hill
void of sweet lavender— and— daffodils ....
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2018
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