Where Does Time Go?
A poem
I counted the leaves
bending in the slightest breeze
I walk along the seashore
picking shells to store
I read every page in my book
safeguard inside my nook
I watch the dew
from the grass falling anew
in the morning with clouds so blue.
Where does time go?
in the morning, so slow
and the beautiful light
that bathes my hair in a golden halo
as I walk the path to the train,
with an earthly smell after the rain
timbers everywhere
that reminds me of the color of my little brown hare.
Where does time go?
in the night, so slow
as I write under the moon that glows
and counted the fireflies
golden and shining in my eyes
and the crickets are singing a melody
that purifies the soul like therapy
I ask myself, where does time go?
the answer? that I don’t know
maybe along with nature, which slowly flows.
A moment spent with nature is time never wasted. A time spent in nature is like a dew falling so slowly. A day spent in nature feels like eternity!
Thank you for reading and continue living a meaningful life.
