A dew still shines on the grass.
Slow ur' pace, nearby is a brook -
Water flows like molten brass!
What's the hurry? Why do you run?
See the green leaves, the blue sky.
Just relax and have some fun -
Feel that heaven is not so high!
The cranes with folded leg stands -
Seems lost in some deep thought.
Feathers form cloud-like bands -
Shud' have flown, but they naught!
Gather what you can before ur' prime -
A moment passed never comes back.
Knowledge, emotions grow with time,
only if you pause on your track.
Prasenjit©2022
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