Commit to memory
Everything you picked up in your trajectory
Don’t come down to land
Until you’ve done all that you can
As these are what you have
When your quieter days
Outnumber the hectic ones
Commit to memory
Everything you picked up in your trajectory
Don’t come down to land
Until you’ve done all that you can
As these are what you have
When your quieter days
Outnumber the hectic ones
Dew drops on flowers,
Nestling like pebbles,
Waiting for the sun to call them back to the sky,
Till then:
Specks of sunlight sparkle,
Like chinks of light through magnifying, opaque, glass baubles,
Oh, what an absolute marvel!
Biding their time until these perfect dew drops are no more!