I
pause and look at the colorful butterfly flying around,
It
has such a short life, but is colorful, and absolutely unbound,
The
flower that blooms in the morning, fades away before the sunset,
Its
fragrance and beauty gives many a tired eye some much needed rest.
The
beautiful soothing wind that blows,
Sometimes
turns into a tornado and destroys everything high and low,
In
this transient life nothing remains forever,
Why
do I then fret over time and keep looking yonder?
Tomorrow
is a time where I will never be,
As
it is a moment which I will never see!
Acceptance
of "now", "this", the moment at hand,
Acceptance
of bliss, beauty is like a magical wand.
It
will make my happiness known to all,
Sorrow
and sadness will surely go away without making a call!
