The Thrill of Imagination
We waste our time on silly things
mindless of what tomorrow brings;
we use up moments that are simply banal,
shouln't we use them in ways so pratical?
Many afternoons in July or August
are spent soaking up tons of sunshine
to get a perfect tan, so oblivious of the fact
that later daydreaming can make us whine!
Being idle can't revive the thrill of imagination
not seeking the perfume of roses and jasimines,
or the golden sunflowers waving in mild winds...
but looking up can give us hints and spark intuition!
I enjoy watching the gliding clouds that chase a fairyren,
never keeping eyes closed and missing an eagle's flight;
it's another lively rainbow stretching from the East to the West,
although it appears on a warm and cloudy evening without rain!
Nights aren't only made for a restful sleep,
let's lose ourselves into the constellations as we beek
and admire the exciting spactacle by a shallow creek;
it can even make the strongest man weep!
Discard the foolish thoughts of those worthless things,
instead reach out to somebody lonelier than a raggy vagrant
who can't find his cosy home remembering Christmas;
help him find it and fill his distraught spirit with sheer delight!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2020
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