Like butterflies flitting in the garden from flower to flower
Moments were darting here and there in the rush hour
I ran after some in an effort to catch them
Their speed was awesome I could not match them
Tired I closed my eyes and sat back in relaxation
In the serenity of time and space I grasped their reflection
Moments were a process I realized as they transformed
It’s the memories they left behind to which I had warmed
I must make each moment count I now knew
How else will I keep making fresh memories to renew
The magic of new beginnings was sweeping the morning skies
The wind beneath my wings took me to where the eagle flies
Every breath I inhaled I knew I must evolve and grow
Every day I failed to flourish some magic would go
Those tedious routines filled with prejudices and pretenses
Must be shed like old skin as if dropping all defenses
Dawn brings me fragrances of different learning and leaning
Dusk draws the curtain on old grudges the spirit needs spring cleaning
New beginnings are so often disguised as a painful ending
You don’t have to be scared of setbacks you can start over each morning
Thank you