Virgin Snow
Virgin snow,
like idle perfection,
exists too short a time
for eternity to reckon.
So instead of standing still
take a step in any direction.
A left, then a right,
and a left yet again.
The prints in the snow
will tell exactly where you've been.
There's more to thee
than meets the eye
I shall warrant.
Much more akin to a canvas
lying dormant.
As eternity is reckoned:
who has time for idleness?
To let waste such un-noted potential?
A wise man once said,
"There's a lifetime in a second
and each precious second is essential!"
NOTE: I was inspired by the Danish poet, Piet Hein, inventor of the Grook form of poetry. The particular poem goes like this...
As eternity
is reckoned
there's a lifetime
in a second.
Do a Google search and check him out. You WON'T be disappointed.
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