And listen to the world breath.
To the rustling leaves,
And the dripping dew.
Feel it’s movement under your fingertips.
Embrace the soft grass that covers it.
Never let it go.
Hold on to your joy.
Because it can slip away from you,
Like oiled gears you won’t hear it move.
You’ll simply realize it’s gone.
That Like the setting sun,
Only time can bring it back.
But those moments of darkness,
They will be terrible.
They will tear at you like high tide against a sand castle.
The battle was already lost.
But you can still recover,
And you can still see the next sunset.
You’ll remember to watch it,
And not let it slip away.