Present is a present for us

A poem

Photo by Tetiana Shadrina on Unsplash

Nature started to ripe
Time started to fly
We reminisce about the past
Forgetting the present time

The clock is ticking with the second
Bidding farewell to minutes
We are on a quest for treasure
While forgetting the real present

I opened an empty gift
Fallen into despair for a bliss
But then my mentor told me this
"Don’t be sad about a gift ".
The present is a present for us all

Which is circled with an imaginary cover.

Thank you 🌺🌺