Momentary
Momentary
To be young is to feel the grass growing beneath your feet
And wander through the woods aimlessly
To see the little, quiet things unnoticed by all else
And say,
I saw something beautiful today.
And did you know that birds have wings that make them fly?
And feathers are what make them float?
And that their bones are light as dandelion seeds, blown into the wind to make a wish upon.
To grow older is to forget the vines creeping up your wall,
To only see that they have grown too tall.
Stop thinking about the words between pages, and instead of clocks whose hands are always moving
With the time that never stops
And goes a little too slow but a little too fast all at once
I didn’t see the birds that flew above my head, because I was too busy wishing I could fly just as they could.
To be old is to wonder where it all went
Years wasted, perhaps, on things that never really mattered
But now, you notice the flowers growing in the spring
Wishing you had seen them always.
And did you notice the bird sitting upon the railing?
It has wings that make it fly
Feathers to float
And bones light as dandelion seeds, drifting up into the sky.
The Voice
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Momentary
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