Moments pass, and years accumulate,
Into a world we once perceived.
Nevertheless, it’s all creation
As though an artist paints and moves the clay.
We stand still, in silence,
We can hear the music play,
The music plays in harmony
Of the present, past,
Smudges of paint
And some a masterpiece.
Some moments vanish,
But memories still remain,
As we contemplate
Those distant memories again.
Some brings joy,
And some sadness,
Always lessons and wisdom
Contained within.
Let’s sit here, appreciate
What it brought the journey within.
But let’s never forget
To savor it all,
And that includes the gift of today. Danny G.