Time

"Seize the day, then let it go" - Marty Rubin. I capture the first chirp of the bird in admiration. My heart merges with it. My hands fold in adoration. The color-changing beams of the morning sun, like prisms, spread Varnished Verses from my heart, like waterfalls, flow ahead. The mist dip mesmerizes. The clement breeze caresses. The untimely rain cools. Thunder, as though throat-blocked, hisses. Amidst decomposing mango-neem-jack leaves, banyans sprout. Amidst the sun’s hide-and-seek, shades shred their tinges throughout. Each bloom tells me tales. Each bee and fly mimes a moral. Thoughts, words, and deeds, like meadows, seem flowerily aural. I see soul in each grain. Each drop of water brims with life. Doesn't here, between good and evil, creep a constant strife? Like lilies of the field and birds of the air, I feel free. Why, about an imaginary act, should I worry? Each split second of an hour has a universe within. I know that failing to feel this fact within is a sin.