Now

Forever is ever
will never be lost
in trees in the woods
in the snow’s early frost

always is tomorrow
and days yet to come
now is the moment
we delight in the sun

the sky may be mourning
the wind saddened, it seems –
the tsunami of senses
that comes with the breeze

becomes something more
in the wings of the trees
from a bud to a blossom
in the Spring-time we see

no need for eyes –
our senses will tell
when we smell freedom
no longer under the spell

of life told to us
like a story-book, read
sitting upright
with a pillow
under blankets in bed

and once upon a time –
...the end.

we will cry

now is the time
that never says its
Goodbye.