Fleeting moments - by Tisha

Swaying in the summer breeze

facing the glorious dawn with glee;

or observing the distant sunset,

flaming red on the horison,

or resisting the midday sun,

or the sweltering heat in the afternoon;

or drinking in the early morning dew,

or the ranging stormy rain,

sometimes silent witness to lovers' encounters,

admiring the full moon's reflection

on an open, calm sea,

are these dangling grass seeds,

which are here today;

but gone tomorrow.

Just like fleeting moments

of existence, flimsy,

insecure, temporary,

awaiting a rebirth.

Photo by Tisha