Everything is beautiful when it is green;
the sun dancing on the grass
as it slowly fades away.
Why, then, would anyone settle for
that black box,
content to watch other people live,
when there is air to breath
and paths to walk?
days in one life,
but all it takes is one long winter,
or some searing drought to make that
reality a reality.
Still,
it is too daunting a thought
to fill up with tasks or sorrow
for dreams undone.
In the heart is where the abundance
can be found,
where the love can be felt,
where the spirit can soar,
where there is no time.
By Susan M.
